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๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐–๐š๐ฌ ๐„๐ง๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐“๐จ ๐Œ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๏ผŽ๐Ÿ๐€๐Œ ๐–๐ก๐จ ๐ƒ๐จ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๏ผŽ๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐‘๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๏ผŽ๐„๐ง๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๏ผŽ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐‚๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐’๐š๐ข๐ ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ•๏ผŽ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐‚๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐ˆ๐ง ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐‡๐ž๐š๐
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ–๏ผŽ๐ˆ๐ง ๐€ ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐๐จ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐‡๐ž'๐ฌ ๐€ ๐†๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ง
๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ—๏ผŽ๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ˆ ๐๐ž๐ž๐ ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๏ผŽ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐“๐จ๐จ ๐’๐จ๐จ๐ง ๐“๐จ ๐ƒ๐จ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐˜๐ž๐ญ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‰๐ข๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐…๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ฐ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐ ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐ƒ๐ž๐œ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๏ผŽ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐‹๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐Œ๐ž ๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐Œ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐ƒ๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐–๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐‹๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐€ ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐…๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐–๐š๐ง๐ง๐š ๐๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐„๐ง๐๐ ๐š๐ฆ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐–๐š๐ง๐ง๐š ๐๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐’๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ 
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐“๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐‹๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ฌ ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐ˆ๐๐ž๐š ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐‹๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฒ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–๏ผŽ๐”๐ก ๐Ž๐ก ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐…๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ˆ๐ง ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๏ผŽ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐Ž๐ง ๐€ ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ข๐ง ๐€๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐๐ž๐œ๐ค
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๏ผŽ๐‡๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐๐š๐ฒ ๐‹๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐Œ๐ž ๐…๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐‡๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐Ž๐ง ๐“๐จ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๏ผŽ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐Œ๐ž ๐–๐ž'๐ ๐๐ž ๐€ ๐๐ข๐  ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’๏ผŽ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐‚๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Œ๐ž ๐€ ๐’๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐Œ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐๐ž ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐Ž๐ง๐œ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“๏ผŽ"๐’๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ!"
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”๏ผŽ๐Œ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐€๐ฌ ๐–๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ž ๐ƒ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ค ๐ˆ๐ง ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐ƒ๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐–๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐๐จ ๐Ž๐ง๐ž ๐„๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๏ผŽ๐‡๐ž'๐ฌ ๐’๐จ ๐Ž๐›๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐Œ๐ž ๐€๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฒ ๐ˆ ๐”๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐‡๐ž ๐Š๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐Ž๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ƒ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐’๐จ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐‚๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐“๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐Ž๐Ÿ๐Ÿ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐’๐š๐ฒ ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐€๐ง๐ ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๏ผŽ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐“๐จ ๐Š๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐“๐จ ๐‹๐จ๐ฌ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๏ผŽ๐“๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Œ๐ž ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐–๐ž'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ž ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐…๐ข๐ง๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ“๏ผŽ๐–๐ž ๐’๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ”๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Œ๐จ๐ซ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ•๏ผŽ๐ƒ๐š๐ฒ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ–๏ผŽ๐‹๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐Ž๐ง ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐…๐š๐œ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ—๏ผŽ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŽ๏ผŽ๐“๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ค ๐„๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐’๐จ ๐ˆ๐ง ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐Œ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ 
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Š๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ˆ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐€ ๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ฒ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘๏ผŽ๐“๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐‘๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’๏ผŽ๐‚๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐–๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Š๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐Š๐ง๐จ๐ฐ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ“๏ผŽ๐”๐ง๐œ๐จ๐ง๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ”๏ผŽ๐ˆ ๐‚๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‹-๐Ž-๐•-๐„
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ•๏ผŽ๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐Ž๐ง๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ–๏ผŽ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐’๐จ ๐’๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐€๐ญ ๐Œ๐ž ๐€๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ—๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Œ๐š๐ง
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐ŸŽ๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐„๐ซ๐š๐ฌ ๐“๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐Ž๐ง๐ž ๐’๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ž ๐“๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ ๐Ž๐Ÿ ๐†๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐“๐ข๐ž๐ ๐Œ๐ž ๐“๐จ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐“๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐€๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ
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๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’๏ผŽ๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐Œ๐ž ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐–๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ž ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๏ผŽ๐•๐Œ๐€
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ”๏ผŽ๐“๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ•๏ผŽ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐€๐ซ๐ž ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐ž
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ—๏ผŽ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐€๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐๐ž ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐†๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐ŸŽ๏ผŽ๐ƒ๐š๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Ž๐ง๐ž ๐ˆ ๐–๐š๐ง๐ญ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐‘๐š๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ง๐ณ๐ž๐ฅ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐…๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ง๐ง
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐•๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ
๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ‘๏ผŽ๐‚๐š๐ง ๐–๐ž ๐€๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐๐ž ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐‚๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐…๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐€๐ง๐ ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

"𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 play?" Tom asked, scrolling through Lyla's playlist, not surprised to see at a lot of Taylor Swift. The blonde girl quickly cracked the egg into the bowl before glancing at Tom.

The two were in the kitchen baking cookies as Lyla just felt the urge to make some. I mean last time went well, if you leave out Tom accidentally throwing flour all over her.

"Anything." Lyla told Tom, going back to cracking another egg into the bowl. As the blonde singer stirred the ingredients in the bowl, she let out a huge smile as Tom played 'You Are In Love', by Taylor Swift. "Are you turning into a Swiftie, love?" Lyla lightly giggled, looking up into her boyfriend's blue eyes, a smirk on her lips.

Tom playfully rolled his eyes before responding, "Pretty sure I'm already ready one." The Birmingham boy leaned down and kissed Lyla's lips. When he pulled away, he immediately noticed the faint blush forming on her cheek. "Cute." He mumbled, making her blush even more.

"Here, try this." Lyla switched the conversation, placing a bit of the batter in Tom's mouth so he could taste test and also because he loves it.

As Tom swallowed it down, he happily nodded, telling his girlfriend how it tastes amazing. The blonde girl trusted what her boyfriend said, so she went ahead and placed it all on a tray before placing it in the oven, turning it on.

"So what shall we do in those thirty minutes?" Tom smirked, grabbing Lyla by the waist and resting his hands on her ass cheeks. The blonde girl blushed before she leaned up and reached for Tom's face, pulling him in for a kiss.

As the kiss was getting more heated, Lyla smirked against his lips before pulling away, causing Tom to groan. "You can wait until night." She teased. The British boy stared at his girl in disbelief, watching her walk off towards the bathroom, his eyes wandering down as he admired the pink shorts she wore.

Both of them waited thirty minutes for the cookies to be done, and when it finished, Tom took it out of the oven. Lyla sighed in relief when the smell of the freshly baked cookies hit her nostrils. "Ready to decorate these?" Lyla grinned, watching as Tom carefully set the tray down on the counter, nodding at Lyla's words.

The blonde girl picked up the pink icing, decorating the cookie. As she was almost finished, the stupid thing stopped working, making her groan in frustration. "Need help, love?" Tom said from behind her, his front pressing against her back as his arms went to reach for hers.

Lyla blushed, feeling the heat from Tom radiating onto her. The Birmingham boy reached for the icing, helping Lyla squeeze it out on the cookie. Then, he took some of the icing and rubbed it on Lyla's nose, making her gasp in shock and turn around, facing Tom who was laughing at her.

"God, you still look cute." He smirked. Lyla playfully rolled her eyes, before grabbing some icing and leaning up to rub it down Tom's cheek. It took Tom a second to process what happened, and when he did, he grabbed the icing. "Oh, you are on!" He exclaimed.

The blonde singer giggled, escaping from Tom's arms and running around the kitchen, Tom catching her. The two were in a fit of laughter when trying to catch the other one. As Lyla began to tease Tom more, the Birmingham boy surprised by jumping over the counter and grabbing her by the waist, holding her close to his chest.

Lyla blushed at what was happening, glancing at Tom to see him grinning down at her. "Gotcha." He smirked, leaning down and kissing her lips passionately. Despite everything, the one thing they both knew for sure was that their love was theirs.






































ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 !

♥ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝟖,𝟓𝟑𝟐,𝟏𝟐𝟏 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌.
𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞   𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 ❤️

━━ 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬


𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡 𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 😍
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒
   ⤿   𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞   𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗎 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 ❤️
   𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐳 𝖴𝖱 𝖲𝖧𝖮𝖱𝖳𝖲 𝖠𝖱𝖤 𝖲𝖮 𝖢𝖴𝖳𝖤
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒
   ⤿   𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞   𝖠𝖧𝖧 𝖳𝖸𝖸𝖸
   𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐫   𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 😘
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒
   ⤿   𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞   𝖸𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖾 💋
   𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝗅𝗒𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗅?
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝖦𝖸𝖠𝖳𝖳𝖳
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝖮𝖬𝖦 𝖭𝖤𝖶 𝖳𝖸𝖫𝖠 𝖯𝖨𝖢𝖲 𝖸𝖤𝖲𝖲𝖲𝖲
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   𝗈𝗆𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   𝗉𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗆 😭💀
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒
   ⤿   𝐥𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞   𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖺𝖻 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍
   𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖸 𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖭 𝖡𝖠𝖪𝖤 𝖳𝖮𝖦𝖤𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱!?!
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   𝖳𝖮𝖬 𝖡𝖫𝖸𝖳𝖧 𝖶𝖧𝖸 𝖠𝖱𝖤 𝖴 𝖲𝖮 𝖧𝖮𝖳 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖥𝖤𝖢𝖳
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒
   ⤿   𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝖭𝖮 𝖥𝖱 𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖦𝖨𝖵𝖤 𝖬𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝖬𝖠𝖭 𝖱𝖭
   𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒


𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞   𝖲𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖳𝗈𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾?
𝟣𝗁𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒







































ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

[#] 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗆 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍 😭
[#] 𝖧𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍!






ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

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