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๐™™๐™ž๐™จ๐™˜๐™ก๐™–๐™ž๐™ข๐™š๐™ง
โ†  ๐Š๐๐˜ ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
โ†  ๐‡๐š๐ข๐ค๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฎ!! ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
โ†  ๐Ž๐›๐ž๐ฒ ๐Œ๐ž ๐’๐–๐ƒ ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
โ†  ๐๐๐‡๐€ ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
โ†  ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐Š๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐ง ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
โ†  ๐€๐ญ๐ญ๐š๐œ๐ค ๐จ๐ง ๐“๐ข๐ญ๐š๐ง ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
โ†  ๐€๐ค๐š๐ง๐ž ๐‡๐š๐ข๐ณ๐š๐ค๐ข ๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐š๐ ๐ž
ใ€Œ ๐Š๐๐˜ ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
โžน ๐Š๐ข๐›๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ณ๐š๐ง
โžน ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ณ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข, ๐“๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐จ๐ค๐š ๐†๐ข๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฎ
โžน ๐„๐ง๐ฆ๐ฎ
โžน ๐Š๐ข๐›๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ณ๐š๐ง
โžน ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ณ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐“๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐จ ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐จ, ๐ˆ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐Ž๐›๐š๐ง๐š๐ข
โžน ๐ˆ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐Ž๐›๐š๐ง๐š๐ข
โžน ๐‡๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐š๐ฌ
โžน ๐”๐›๐ฎ๐ฒ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐Š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฒ๐š
โžน ๐Š๐š๐ฆ๐š๐๐จ ๐๐ž๐ณ๐ฎ๐ค๐จ
โžน ๐‡๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐†๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ข
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžน ๐“๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐ข ๐˜๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐’๐ž๐ง๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐Š๐ข๐›๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ณ๐š๐ง
โžน ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ณ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โžน ๐€๐ค๐š๐ณ๐š/๐‡๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข
โžน ๐“๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐จ ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐”๐›๐ฎ๐ฒ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐Š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฒ๐š
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐“๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐จ ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐€๐ ๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š ๐™๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ
โžน ๐Š๐š๐ง๐ซ๐จ๐ฃ๐ข ๐Œ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข
โžน ๐”๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐Œ๐จ๐จ๐ง ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โžน ๐Š๐š๐ฆ๐š๐๐จ ๐“๐š๐ง๐ฃ๐ข๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐ˆ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐Ž๐›๐š๐ง๐š๐ข
โžน ๐”๐›๐ฎ๐ฒ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐Š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฒ๐š
โžน ๐“๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐จ๐ค๐š ๐†๐ข๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฎ
โžน ๐‡๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐š๐ฌ
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐Š๐š๐ข๐ ๐š๐ค๐ฎ
โžน ๐‡๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐†๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ข
โžน ๐”๐›๐ฎ๐ฒ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐Š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฒ๐š
โžน ๐“๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐ข ๐˜๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข
โžน ๐‘๐ฎ๐ข
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐‡๐š๐ ๐š๐ง๐ž๐ณ๐ฎ๐ค๐š ๐‡๐จ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ฎ
โžน ๐‡๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐†๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ข
โžน ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐•๐š๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐“๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐“๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐Š๐š๐ฆ๐š๐๐จ ๐“๐š๐ง๐ฃ๐ข๐ซ๐จ
โžน ๐‘๐ฎ๐ข
ใ€Œ ๐‡๐€๐ˆ๐Š๐˜๐”๐”!! ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
โžฝ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ ๐“๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžฝ ๐Œ๐ข๐ฒ๐š ๐Ž๐ฌ๐š๐ฆ๐ฎ
โžฝ ๐๐จ๐ค๐ฎ๐ญ๐จ ๐Š๐จ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐จ
โžฝ ๐“๐š๐ง๐š๐ค๐š ๐‘๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ง๐จ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ž
โžฝ ๐’๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ฌ๐š ๐Š๐ข๐ฒ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข
โžฝ ๐Š๐จ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Š๐ž๐ง๐ฆ๐š
โžฝ ๐Š๐š๐ซ๐š๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง๐จ, ๐๐ž๐ค๐จ๐ฆ๐š, ๐…๐ฎ๐ค๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐๐š๐ง๐ข
โžฝ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐š ๐Š๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
โžฝ ๐€๐ค๐š๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข ๐Š๐ž๐ข๐ฃ๐ข
โžฝ ๐’๐ฎ๐ง๐š ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐จ
โžฝ ๐Š๐จ๐ง๐จ๐ก๐š ๐€๐ค๐ข๐ง๐จ๐ซ๐ข
โžฝ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ ๐“๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžฝ ๐“๐ž๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐˜๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข
โžฝ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ฆ๐ข ๐€๐ค๐ข๐ซ๐š
โžฝ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐จ๐ฒ๐š ๐˜๐ฎ๐ฎ
โžฝ ๐’๐ฎ๐ง๐š ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐จ
โžฝ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ ๐“๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
โžฝ ๐Š๐ข๐ญ๐š ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ž
โžฝ ๐’๐ž๐ฆ๐ข ๐„๐ข๐ญ๐š
โžฝ ๐Ž๐ข๐ค๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โžฝ ๐Ž๐ข๐ค๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โžฝ ๐Ž๐ข๐ค๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžฝ ๐Ž๐ข๐ค๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ˆ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžฝ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐š ๐Š๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
โžฝ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
ใ€Œ ๐Ž๐๐„๐˜ ๐Œ๐„ ๐’๐–๐ƒ ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
โ™ฆ ๐๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ณ๐ž๐›๐ฎ๐›
โ™ฆ ๐๐ž๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ซ
โ™ฆ ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง
โ™ฆ ๐Œ๐š๐ฆ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง
โ™ฆ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐š๐ง
โ™ฆ ๐‹๐ฎ๐œ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ
โ™ฆ ๐๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ณ๐ž๐›๐ฎ๐›, ๐‹๐ฎ๐ค๐ž
ใ€Œ ๐๐๐‡๐€ ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
โ˜… ๐„๐ซ๐ข
โ˜… ๐€๐ฆ๐š๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐“๐š๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐“๐จ๐ค๐จ๐ฒ๐š๐ฆ๐ข ๐…๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐š๐ ๐ž
โ˜… ๐๐ฎ๐›๐š๐ข๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐š ๐‰๐ข๐ง/๐“๐ฐ๐ข๐œ๐ž
โ˜… ๐“๐จ๐๐จ๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐ข ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐จ
โ˜… ๐๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข, ๐Š๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐„๐ข๐ฃ๐ข๐ซ๐จ
โ˜… ๐€๐ฆ๐š๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐“๐š๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐“๐จ๐๐จ๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐ข ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐จ
โ˜… ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ. ๐‡๐ž๐š๐๐œ๐š๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ
โ˜… ๐“๐š๐ค๐š๐ฆ๐ข ๐Š๐ž๐ข๐ ๐จ/๐‡๐š๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ
โ˜… ๐๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐„๐ซ๐ข
โ˜… ๐๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ ๐Š๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข
โ˜… ๐€๐ข๐ณ๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐š
โ˜… ๐€๐ฆ๐š๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ข ๐“๐š๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข
ใ€Œ ๐‰๐”๐‰๐”๐“๐’๐” ๐Š๐€๐ˆ๐’๐„๐ ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
โ–ถ ๐‘๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฎ๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐š
โ–ถ ๐…๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐Œ๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐…๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐Œ๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐ˆ๐ญ๐š๐๐จ๐ซ๐ข ๐˜๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐Ž๐ค๐ค๐จ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐˜๐ฎ๐ญ๐š
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐ˆ๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข ๐“๐จ๐ ๐ž
โ–ถ ๐‘๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฎ๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐š
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐˜๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐จ ๐‰๐ฎ๐ง๐ฉ๐ž๐ข
โ–ถ ๐‘๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฎ๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐š
โ–ถ ๐‘๐ฒ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฎ๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐š, ๐ˆ๐ญ๐š๐๐จ๐ซ๐ข ๐˜๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐…๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ ๐Œ๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐˜๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐จ ๐‰๐ฎ๐ง๐ฉ๐ž๐ข
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐ˆ๐ง๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ข ๐“๐จ๐ ๐ž
โ–ถ ๐†๐ž๐ญ๐จ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐๐š๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ข ๐Š๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐จ
โ–ถ ๐Ž๐ค๐ค๐จ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐˜๐ฎ๐ญ๐š
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐†๐ž๐ญ๐จ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฎ
โ–ถ ๐†๐จ๐ฃ๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
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ใ€Œ ๐€๐“๐“๐€๐‚๐Š ๐Ž๐ ๐“๐ˆ๐“๐€๐ ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
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โœฐ ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ๐ข ๐€๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ง
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โœฐ ๐‡๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž ๐™๐จ๐ž
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ใ€Œ ๐€๐Š๐€๐๐„ ๐‡๐€๐ˆ๐™๐€๐Š๐ˆ ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
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โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ‘. ๐ˆ๐•
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โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ’
โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“
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โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ–
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โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ– ๐ˆ๐ˆ๐ˆ
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𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐱 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐨!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬.

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"𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮,"

those were the last words he had heard from his older sister who left the mountains in pursuing to become a demon slayer. To protect him, to protect the family. She was willing to discard all that she loved just to ensure their safety.

She was born selfless.

Hardly relying on anybody but herself. Always putting others first before her well-being. She was known for that. And Kamado Tanjiro knew, his sister would never change due to her kind-nature.

He couldn't help but fall in love with her when he first became a Hashira. He remembered that day all too familiar then, remembering how she would always smile no matter how rude some of the lower-ranked demon slayers were to her.

He knew all too well she was self-less, how she would just let one lash out at her in hopes they would feel better after doing so. He knew all too well what kind of person she is, and how she would place others before herself.

He knew she handles everything by herself, never once relying on others. Despite going up against strong demons, never calling out for help as she returns with grave injuries where she will patch herself up in her estate.

Never going to the Butterfly Estate as well.

She was like the sun in his life, always there to ensure he wouldn't get engulf during those dark times where he would have nightmares about killing his mother and abandoning his younger brother.

She was there to comfort him as and when with that gentle smile on his face. He wanted to see her more, he wanted to be by her side more. It was as if he was like a sunflower, constantly following the direction of where the sun was.

More than anything Sanemi despise demon, after all, they were the one who took the lives of those he loved the most. She knew that all too well, always being the one to calm him down from time to time when one would ask why can't they get along with demons.

Yet, all Sanemi could do was to lay his head on her lap, where her soft delicate hand would run through his white locks, tugging them ever so gently as he looked up to her, watching as she smiled at him as always.

Her touch was warm, it was gentle. He loved it more than anything else, and wouldn't mind staying in the position for a long time. But soon a scowl surfaced on his face as he sat up, and she could only smile gently.

"I'm heading over to the Butterfly Estate first," he muttered out and turned to look at her, watching as she was tying her long burgundy hair up into a high ponytail once more as it was a little messy from before.

"Okay, I'll head over to the small vendor outside to get us some snacks," she said with a smile and he leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers and he smirked against it.

Always feeling so calm with just a simple kiss.

The duo left his estate as they went their separate ways. Yet, unknowing to them, a surprise was waiting for them as the Hashira meeting was about to commence soon. Little did they know, that whatever is going to happen, was going to shatter her heart.

"Don't open your mouth just yet, you moron! Just who do you think is standing before you? You're in the presence of the Hashiras!"

"This is the Demon Slayers' headquarters. And you're about to be put on a trial, Kamado Tanjiro-kun. Before we start the trial, why don't you explain the crime you've comm-" the Insect Hashira, Kocho Shinobu, spoke out only to be interrupted by Kyojuro.

"There's no need for a trial! Protecting a demon is a clear violation of code! We're within our rights to deal with him on our own! We're going to behead him along with the demon!"

"In that case, I'll be glad to decapitate him flamboyantly. I'll show you the most flamboyant blood spray you'll ever see. I'm talking max flamboyance," Tengen added on.

"Ah, what a pitiful sight this boy is. The poor soul, I pity him for having been born at all," and Tanjiro noticed the Stone Hashira, Himejima Gyomei had spoken.

"Kocho, did you just call that boy by the name 'Kamado'?" Obanai asked as his heterochromia eyes looked towards where Tanjiro was, whose dark red eyes widened as he sat up calmly.

"Yes... This boy is Kamado Tanjiro," Shinobu softly whispered out.

"Nee-san... Nee-san should be here! She should be here! She said she will become a demon slayer and protect us!" Tanjiro yelled out, remembering his older sister's words too clearly.

The Hashiras tensed up upon what was said, unsure if they should continue with what was going on. As much as they wanted to end the poor boy's life and his younger sister who was turned into a demon, they were hesitant.

If he is indeed her younger brother, there was a chance many would want her to perform seppuku.

"Well, well, I see you have some fun brewing here. Is that the moron slayer who has a demon with him? What the hell are you trying to pull here?" Shinazugawa Sanemi's voice was heard.

"Please don't, Shinazugawa-sama! Let go of the box, please!" Goto yelled out as he noticed how Sanemi was holding onto the box that held Nezuko in it.

"Who were you calling out for? Nee-san? Who is your nee-san? Which pathetic excuse of a demon slayer is your older sister, huh?" Sanemi muttered out and the other Hashiras could only tense up.

He might have just called his lover a pathetic excuse of a demon slayer.

"Kocho-sama, please forgive us," the kakushis who had tried to stop Sanemi from taking the box apologized quickly.

"Please don't act on your own, Shinazugawa-san," Shinobu spoke out, highly dissatisfied that Sanemi was taking things onto his account.

"LET GO OF NEZUKO! NEE-SAN WON'T BE PLEASE ABOUT THIS! NOR WILL I!" Tanjiro yelled out.

"What's a demon to you, kiddo? Get your nee-san out here, if she can appear within this second I'll let this fucking demon go," he spat out ignoring Shinobu's words as he drew out his sword and stabbed it right into the box, blood started to drip from the box itself as Nezuko was stabbed.

"I WILL NEVER FORGIVE ANYBODY, HASHIRA OR WHATEVER, WHO HURTS MY LITTLE SISTER!"

"THAT SO? GOOD FOR YOU!" Sanemi yelled out.

"STOP IT! OYAKATA-SAMA IS ARRIVING SOON!" Giyuu yelled out, trying to stop the fight.

Tanjiro then jumped up, avoiding Sanemi's sword and headbutted him so hard, causing him to bleed from his nose, which then both of them soon collapsed onto the ground.

"Sorry, I'm late!" a voice was heard followed by multiple things dropping onto the ground as she watched her lover pointing his green nichirin blade towards someone all too familiar to her. Catching their attention as they turned to look at her, noticing how her dark pink eyes were trembling slightly.

Her pink-tinted lips parted as she took a step forward, watching as the young boy before her started to have tears rolling down his face. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she noticed the box behind him.

And that's when it occurred to her.

She didn't know the name of the demon slayer who was travelling with a demon during his mission. She didn't know who it was, or how he looked like. Yet, she ran forward, wrapping her arms around his body as he cried against her shoulder.

"Nee-san... Nee-san! You are here! Nezuko... Nezuko!" he cried out and [name] nodded her head as she withdrew from the hug, wiping away the tears of her younger brother and she looked at the box, picking it up with nothing but care.

"Kamado-san..." Shinobu called out softly and [name] turned to look, noticing how they were gesturing towards where Sanemi was and her dark pink coloured eyes had a sad look in them as she lowered her head.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered out as she turned, walking towards the patio and climbing up with ease where she sets the box down, and slowly opened it in the shade. Her breath hitched as she watched, looking at how Nezuko came out from the box.

"Nezuko..." she whispered out softly as she reached her hand out, gently caressing Nezuko on the side of her face as her younger sister stepped out and engulfed her in a tight hug as well.

"Mm-mmf!" and [name] couldn't help but shake her head, withdrawing from the hug as she gently placed her hands on either side of Nezuko's face.

"𝐍𝐞𝐞-𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞... 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧,"

"Oyakata-sama is visiting!" and Sanemi could only watch as [name] remained in the shade with the demon hugging her tightly and the demon slayer who had head-butted him earlier on, remaining closely by her side.

Somewhere, his heartache as he looked at the tears running down her face.

"𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?"

she looked at him confusedly, wondering what he had meant. Her lips pressed into a fine thin line as she looked at how angry he was. Her dark pink coloured eyes widened as he pushed her down with force, straddling her on her hips with his legs on either side of her body.

His hands on either side of her head as he peered deep into her dark pink coloured eyes with his pale purple ones. His white hair covering his face just a little as he parted his lips to speak, only to watch as her lips trembled.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞? 𝐎𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧?"

was those words that rang through her ears and her eyes started to tear up. He watched as she started to cry once again, and he couldn't help as he raised a hand, wiping away the tears from her face as he leaned down, kissing her sweetly on the lips.

"Rely on me. I'll make sure your sister gets turned back into a human**. I'm willing to do this because you mean everything to me, and I don't want to see you sad," he whispered out and [name] nodded her head as she tried to wipe away the tears that were still escaping the corner of her eyes.

**Edited: changed demon to human.

"Does that mean I can headbutt him again?" and [name] sat up as Sanemi withdrew from his position, a scowl on his face as he looked at Tanjiro whose head was sticking out from behind the door as he got curious with what was going on.

"Nee-san, can I headbutt him again? He stabbed Nezuko earlier on," he spoke out and [name] turned to look at Sanemi whose pale purple eyes widened as he raised his hands in defence.

"Uh... I... I love you?" he whispered out.

"I love you too, Nemi. But, stabbing my younger sister is another thing," she whispered out the last part as she whipped out her nichirin blade and proceeds to chase after him around her humble estate, and Tanjiro pulled Nezuko along, tucking her into the available futon.

"I still don't accept him as nee-san's lover," he mumbled out with a pout on his face as he watched his older sister, the Sun Hashira, chasing after Shinazugawa Sanemi, the Wind Hashira as well as her lover.

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