⠀⠀⣀⡤⠖⠒⠒⠦⣄⠀⠀⢀⡤⠶⠒⠲⠤⣄⠀⠀
⠀⡴⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢷⣰⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢧⠀
⢠⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣦⢸⡏⢰⣶⣶⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡆
⠀⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠛⠉⣸⢻⡈⠙⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⠃
⣰⠋⠢⣄⣀⣀⣀⣤⠞⠁⠀⠑⠤⣄⣀⣀⡤⠞⢳⡀
⡏⠀⠀⠀⢌⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⢠⠀⣧
⣇⠘⢄⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢆⠀⠀⢁⡏
⠘⢦⣀⠀⠀⠘⠲⣄⡀⠀⠀⣀⡤⠖⠁⠀⠀⣠⠞⠁
⠀⣠⠼⢛⡷⣲⣶⠶⣿⣶⣾⡯⢤⣴⠶⡖⠯⣅⡀⠀
⠾⡅⢀⡞⢠⣿⡿⠀⢿⣿⣿⠇⠸⣿⣇⠙⡄⠀⡽⠀
⠀⠑⢾⢀⣾⣿⠇⠀⢸⣿⣿⠀⠀⣿⣿⡄⢹⡖⠃⠀
⠀⢠⡞⣉⣙⠛⢓⡒⠚⣻⡛⠓⢒⠛⠛⣛⠛⣧⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠉⠉⠈⠛⠋⠉⠚⠁⠙⠚⠉⠛⠊⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀

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yeet

+rep nice person

+яер

Two year I tell them I work on piñata. Two year I am careful putting paper on glue, making this papier-mâché. Is two year, I tell them I am finished.
They unlock room. They walk into room. They look ahead for papier-mâché arts and crafts I make for them. They do not see a piñata. They do not see me. They look left. They do not see a piñata. They do not see me. They look right. They do not see a piñata. They do not see me.
They look up. Above them I whisper, "I make papier-mâchéte."