"𝑭𝑹𝑼𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺" - 𝑱𝑱𝑩𝑨 𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔-

◇𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐋𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐉𝐎𝐇 - 𝑮𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝑲𝒆𝒚𝒔:

𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 = ♤

𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 = ♡

𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒚 = ◇

𝑺𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔 = ☆

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒑 𝑰 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒚! 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔!

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 @WC_Wof ! 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔! 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕. 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔! <3

(𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 4000 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒆𝒔𝒖𝒔.)

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𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒅. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑱𝒐𝒚𝒍𝒏𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒖𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒍. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒐𝒚𝒍𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒙 𝒃𝒐𝒚-𝒕𝒐𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚. 𝑨 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒖𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒀𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒘, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝑱𝒐𝒚𝒍𝒏𝒆. 𝑨𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆. 𝑨 𝒔𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔, 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒅. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅. "𝑪'𝒎𝒐𝒏, 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒘𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏, 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒎'. " 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓. "𝑶𝒘... 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒚. " 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅. "𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒅𝒐 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅. " 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒅.