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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’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ณ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข
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, 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
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
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€
โœฐ ๐Ž๐ฅ๐ฎ๐จ ๐๐จ๐ณ๐š๐๐จ
โœฐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐œ๐จ ๐†๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐š๐ซ๐
โœฐ ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ๐ข ๐€๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ง
โœฐ ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ๐ข ๐€๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ง
โœฐ ๐‘๐ž๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐š๐ฎ๐ง
โœฐ ๐˜๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐š
โœฐ ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ๐ข ๐€๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ง
โœฐ ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ๐ข ๐€๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ง
โœฐ ๐‘๐ž๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐š๐ฎ๐ง
โœฐ ๐‡๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž ๐™๐จ๐ž
โœฐ ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ๐ข ๐€๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ง
โœฐ ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ๐ข ๐€๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ง
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’
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โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ–
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โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ– ๐ˆ๐ˆ๐ˆ
โžณ ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ—
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ใ€Œ ๐’๐๐„๐‚๐ˆ๐€๐‹ ๐Ž๐๐„ ๐’๐‡๐Ž๐“๐’ ใ€
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โ–ถใ€Œ ๐‰๐‰๐Š ใ€๐†๐ž๐ญ๐จ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฎ
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ุจูˆุงุณุทุฉ _yyunaa_

𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫(𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲: dnzoyku
𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞. ¹

"Oi, move over," he muttered out and she turned to look at him, frowning as she looked at her husband who was feared by all. She let out a sigh, not really in the mood to deal with bickering as all she wanted to do was to sleep.

And she shifted towards the side, where he raised an eyebrow at how obedient she was being. His lips curled up into a smirk as he laid down next to her, his muscular arms wrapped around her waist and tugging her closer.

"Hey!" she scolded, and Sukuna didn't listen as he started to nip against her skin, his hot breath against her sensitive skin and she could only shudder then as she turned to look at him, pushing him away by the chest.

"Stop resisting me, darling. You know you would end up giving in," he pointed out and her nose scrunched up in response then, where he leans in and kissed her on the nose, followed by her lips.

How he always crave for those sweet lips whenever he went out on errands, be it killing the boredom or just being a douche in reality. He felt her hands gripping against his kimono then, tugging him closer and he shifted.

Breaking apart did he rest his forehead against hers, and then came the genuine smile on their faces. That their love was as strong as their powers were, and that it would never disappear.

"If you are gonna die, then give me a heads up, will ya?" he asked, and she could only frown, smacking him on the chest as they got into their usual heated argument once more. And he easily pinned her down with her hands above her head.

How he straddled her hips with his body.

"So that I fucking know who to kill," he whispered out and she couldn't help but let out a sigh then as he lets go of her hands, where she reached out and pulled him in for a kiss then.

"Even if I die for you?" she whispered out.

"Don't you fucking dare," he muttered out, planting kisses on the side of her neck. How their love for one another was strong, that it clouded their minds. They wanted nothing more but each other's touch.

And they believed that their love would last forever. Never wavering, never the cause of war.

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That was what Ryomen Sukuna believed, yet, it didn't go as planned as he sat down on the ground, with her soon to be lifeless body held in his arms. His eyes held nothing but an enraged glare then as he looked at those who harmed her.

Who had taken away the love of his life.

"Bastards..." he whispered out, enraged. Yet, he felt her gentle hand against his muscular arm then as she tried to get his attention, which he looked down and his eyes widened at how her lips were curled up into a faint smile.

"I love you, Sukuna... So very much," and his eyes watched as her hand slipped from where his arm was, soon laying against the ground. No longer moving.

And that's when he realized how his wife had died in his arms, never to be seen again.

▶ 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

"I've got a student watching, and my younger sister is around too. I hope you don't mind if I show off a little," Satoru spoke out and he looked at his younger sister who was standing by the side, where she had pulled Megumi to safety then. How she looked identical to him, only with long white hair.

But she didn't hide her eyes then, which causes her to be the center of attention most of the time. Not that she bothered as she knew how to tell them to leave her alone, but her older brother would often pester her to hang out.

Hence, she was often out in public no matter if she was on duty or leave.

"[name]!" Satoru yelled out and she turned to look as her eyes laid upon Sukuna who was being sent to her direction by her older brother. She raised her hand then, having the same inherited technique as her older brother, she was easily on the same level as him.

Which Satoru often told her that one day she might end up surpassing him and he would start crying, but little did [name] know, that her older brother found out something in regards to her birth then.

"You stupid jujutsu sorcerers. It doesn't matter what era it is. You guys are always a pain," Sukuna muttered out as he flipped and tried to land a punch on [name] then, realizing that she was as powerful as the one he fought before.

And his eyes could only widen as she had interlocked their fingers with ease, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. Yet her eyes widened as some sort of electricity flowed through her body and she could see visions that seemingly belonged to her previous life.

"If you are gonna die, then give me a heads up, will ya? So that I fucking know who to kill,"

"Even if I die for you?"

"Don't you fucking dare,"

She pressed her lips into a fine thin line then as she easily sent him away with a blast from her fist, something that she had taken quite some time to master, unlike her older brother. Sukuna's eyes widened and soon narrowed as he rushed to her once more.

And Gojo Satoru watched from the sideline as he started to munch on the mochis had bought earlier on after pestering [name] to let him stop and buy them, which she often couldn't say no to him.

"Are you not going to help her?" Megumi asked although he wasn't that worried since [name] was also a teacher, and was on the same level as Satoru, rendering them being known as the most powerful sorcerers ever.

"You bitch," Sukuna muttered out.

"Shut the fuck up already, you pain in the ass motherfucker!" she snapped and Megumi looked at Satoru who stopped munching on his mochis then, rather surprised to hear his younger sister cursing at Sukuna.

"Still the same old one eh?" Sukuna muttered out and [name] had an irk mark on her forehead as she reached out and easily have him in a headlock, flipping him harshly as she used her technique against him.

"Shut up and die already. No matter how many times I told you to die, you won't fucking die," she muttered out and Sukuna easily overthrows her as well, given how he could recognise some of [name]'s usual movements when she was still his wife back then.

"Should be about time," Satoru spoke out as [name] walked back to where he was, bending down as she took a bite out of the mochi since she had a sweet tooth like her older brother as well.

"Dammit... Again? I can't keep control... This Itadori kid... What is he...?" Sukuna whispered to himself as his vision started to blank out and he looked at [name], who then had on a gentle smile, and he couldn't help but allow a faint smile to appear on his lips as the body returned to its original owner.

"Oh... was everything okay?" Itadori asked.

"What a surprise! You really can control it!" Satoru pointed out as he walked up to where Itadori was as [name] continued to munch on the mochis, offering Megumi some as well.

"Yeah, but he's kind of annoying," Itadori answered as he smacks the back of his head as if telling Sukuna to shut up.

"It's a miracle that's the only side effect," Satoru pointed out as he tapped Itadori on the forehead, knocking him out then and [name] walked up to her older brother and handed him a mochi to eat.

Which he gladly accepted.

"You knew, didn't you, nii-san?" she asked, and Satoru could only chuckle then as he pulled his blindfold up and looked into his sister's pairs of eyes that were identical to his. And a smile appeared on his lips then.

"Looks like I do," he pointed out and [name] let out a sigh as she munched a little more, yet Satoru noticed the way her lips curled up into a soft smile then.

"What do you mean, Satoru... Are you sure about this?" Yaga asked as he looked at Satoru who had just finished explaining the current situation of Sukuna often taking over Itadori's body without a second thought.

"Of course, I'm sure! I'm Gojo Satoru! And Sukuna will be an obedient man indeed, after all, the one he has loved all his life is right before him," Satoru pointed out and soon pointed out of the window where they looked.

And Yaga's eyes widened behind his sunglasses as he looked at what was happening. How [name] was currently in a heated battle once more with who he could assume to be Sukuna who had taken control of Itadori's body.

"Go, [name]-sensei!" Nobara called out and [name]'s pink-tinted lips curled up into a smile then as she flipped and ended up pinning Sukuna down with ease and he had on an irk mark then.

"One thing's for sure, is how you wouldn't hurt me gravely as always, sweetheart," she taunted and Sukuna could only let out a sigh then and [name] stood up watching as he took off running, and she could only let out a sigh.

Given how she was Ryomen Sukuna's babysitter now and have to 'play' with him every day. Which was what her older brother had signed her up for, and he had that goofy smile then that she wanted to hit.

"Ah, [name]-sensei. Chasing after Sukuna again?" Panda asked and [name] hummed in response as she ran past the second-years with ease, and soon jumped over Megumi who had just returned from the stores.

"Satoru... Are you sure?" Yaga asked, and Satoru nodded his head in response.

"Of course,"

[name] let out a sigh then as she looked around, ending up in the forest. She could only shake her head as she let out a soft hum then and soon stopped walking, turning to look as Sukuna appeared behind her with a smirk on his face.

"Fucking finally," he muttered out as he walked up to her. She raised an eyebrow at the way he was acting, and soon she was pulled against his toned chest as he smashed his lips against hers passionately and roughly.

How badly he craved for those lips every day.

Breaking apart did he rest his forehead against hers, and then came the genuine smile on their faces. His arms wrapped around her body, pulling her close against his warm body. How she clutched onto his skin, given how he had ripped away Itadori's uniform as always.

"You sure are a handful, Sukuna," she whispered out and Sukuna chuckled then.

"I'm yours to handle, so look after me well, darling," he teased as he kissed her on the side of her neck, and soon shared another passionate kiss with her. How he ached to feel her skin against his after all those years.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝. ²

"I told you, you have nothing to worry about. Although you should worry about me ending up locking [name] away and preventing her from being in public anymore," Satoru spoke out as an irk mark appeared on his forehead while the students tried to hold him back as Yaga continued to nod his head in response.

"Nothing to worry about, Satoru. Indeed, there is nothing to worry about,"

"OH HELL NO! THERE IS SOMETHING TO WORRY ABOUT AND IT IS ABOUT MY SISTER'S VIRGINITY!"

"NII-SAN?!"

"STOP HIM!"

"BONITO FLAKES!"

"GOJO-SENSEI!"


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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝

1. Their personality clashes entirely, but yet the love they had for one another was nothing but pure and strong. How they would always end up sleeping together, just like the husband and wife they were supposed to be.

2. That their love was as strong as their powers were, and that it would never disappear. And never once did it disappear, but only grew stronger instead.

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