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𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖐𝖞 空
𝕯𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘, 𝕴 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖒𝖞𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍.
𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖓? 𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖞 𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 "𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊", 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖞 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖊𝖝𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉, 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖙, 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖆 𝖋𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖋, 𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖞, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞, 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖉. 𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖔𝖒, 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘. 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖄𝖎𝖓, 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖋𝖊𝖏𝖎𝖓 𝖌𝖚 𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖊, 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖉 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗. 𝖄𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗. 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖇𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓, 𝖄𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘 𝖆 𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖕𝖊𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘, 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑, 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖑 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖇𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖓. 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖄𝖎𝖓 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖞𝖊𝖙, 𝖘𝖔 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗, 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖙 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌.
𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊, 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖄𝖎𝖓 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘, 𝖕𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖙, 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓 𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉, 𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖘. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖄𝖎𝖓 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉, 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖔 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊, 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖘, 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖞𝖊𝖙 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊. 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒, 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖜𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖑𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖛𝖊. 𝕴𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗, 𝖜𝖍𝖔𝖒 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊, 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖓 𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖛𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊. 𝕸𝖆𝖞𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗, 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖉, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗, 𝖎𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗.
𝖄𝖎𝖓'𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘. 𝕬𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓, 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖝 𝖆 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗, 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙, 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖆 𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖆𝖜𝖓, 𝖈𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖕𝖊𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘, 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑, 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉. 𝖂𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘, 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖚𝖒𝖇, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖈𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊, 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉. 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙, 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓, 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖘𝖊𝖆 𝖔𝖋 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖞𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖉...𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖎𝖓 �
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Netzach 9 Feb @ 10:16am 
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⣴⣿⣿⣷⣄⣀⠜⠉⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⠀⠀ ⡄⡆
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣠⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡇⠀⡇
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢱⢸⡞⠀⠀⠀⣿⣤⡿⠀⠀⢀⠠⠁⠀⠀ ⢀⣿⣿
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠙⢻⣶⣶⣶⣶⠊⠉⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⣿⣿⡇
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⡻⠇⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⢸⣿⣿
+Rep Bleeh
Hellman 9 Feb @ 10:04am 
dobro :8bitheart:
Копье в гроб 9 Feb @ 9:53am 
+rep :luv:
Naka None 9 Feb @ 9:53am 
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⢰⣿⡿⠛⠙⠻⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡇
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