𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍,
𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜
𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 "𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚜"
𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚐
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝙰
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜
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𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚐
𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 "𝙰𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐"
𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝙰
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛
𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔
𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗.
𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜,
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚎
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛
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Dec 24, 2019 08:17AM
I‘m going to be {and feel}, sleep deprived as HELL later on today and tomorrow; But I am simply too excited for my own good. Merry Christmas Eve everybody!!!Love Always, Rosesss
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