𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥... Part 1

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𝕀𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝟛 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕤... 𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 (I mean where my drama at without Valentino-)
𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤, 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟?, 𝔹𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘. ||𝔸𝕘𝕙-! ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕌ℂ𝕂 𝕠𝕦𝕥- 𝔸𝕔𝕜! - 𝔻𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕤!|| 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕜𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕. 𝔸 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕡𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟, 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕕𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘.

𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕓 𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 (AHHHHA BOOB POCKET such a funny word) 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕟, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟. 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕘 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕤, 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕒𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖. 𝔸𝕤 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 "ℍ𝕖𝕪 𝕤𝕝𝕦𝕥!" "ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪!"  "𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕦𝕡 𝕎𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕖!" 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤. 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕓𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕤.

𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕝, 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝟙𝟚: 𝟛𝟟𝔸𝕄 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖 ℍ𝕦𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕜, 𝔸𝕤 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕖, ||𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜!|| 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕕 ||𝕐𝕦𝕡||. 𝕍𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕖 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜, ||𝔻𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕔𝕜|| 𝕍𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥. ||𝔹𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕤, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖|| 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕀𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕, ||𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣! || ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕖 𝕪𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕. 𝔸𝕤 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣.

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