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๐˜ˆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜—๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ต โ˜† ๐˜’๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข | โœ”๏ธ
๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜‹๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ โ˜† ๐˜ˆ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜บ๐˜ข | โœ”๏ธ
๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜—๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜บ โ˜† ๐˜Š๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜š๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ | โœ”๏ธ
๐˜ˆ๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ โ˜† ๐˜‰๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข | โœ”๏ธ
๐˜ž๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต โ˜† ๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ข | โœ”๏ธ
๐˜‰๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜™๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต โ˜† ๐˜‰๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข | โœ”๏ธ
๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜‰๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด โ˜† ๐˜œ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜›๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ | โœ”๏ธ
๐˜›๐˜ฐ ๐˜‰๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ ๐˜ข ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ โ˜† ๐˜๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜–๐˜ช | โœ”๏ธ
๐˜‰๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜บ ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต โ˜† ๐˜’๐˜ช๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช | โœ”๏ธ
๐˜’๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ โ˜† ๐˜’๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜’๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ | โœ”๏ธ
๐™†๐™ช๐™ง๐™ค๐™†๐™š๐™ฃ ๐˜ฟ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™จ ๐™„ | โœ”๏ธ
๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ž๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ โ˜† ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜ˆ๐˜ต๐˜ด๐˜ถ | โœ”๏ธ
๐˜“๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜•๐˜ฐ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ โ˜† ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜“๐˜ฆ๐˜ท | โœ”๏ธ
๐˜Ž๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ โ˜† ๐˜—๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜š๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ | โœ”๏ธ
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜™๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ โ˜† ๐˜›๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข | โœ”๏ธ
๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ โ˜† ๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜š๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ข
๐˜’๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ โ˜† ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜“๐˜ฆ๐˜ท | โœ”๏ธ
๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜š๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ โ˜† ๐˜’๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข | โœ”๏ธ
๐˜–๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ โ˜† ๐˜”๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜‰๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜‰๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด | โœ”๏ธ
๐˜๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ป๐˜ฆ ๐˜–๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ โ˜† ๐˜”๐˜ช๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ
๐˜š๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต โ˜† ๐˜๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜–๐˜ช | โœ”๏ธ
๐™†๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™– ๐™Ž๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™จ๐™ช๐™ ๐™š | โœ”๏ธ
๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ โ˜† ๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ข
๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ž๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜”๐˜ฆ โ˜† ๐˜๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜–๐˜ช | โœ”๏ธ
๐˜•๐˜ฐ ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜‹๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ โ˜† ๐˜–๐˜ช๐˜’๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ
๐˜š๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ ๐˜š๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ โ˜† ๐˜‰๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข
๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ โ˜† ๐˜–๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜š๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข
๐˜ž๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ โ˜† ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜ˆ๐˜ต๐˜ด๐˜ถ
๐˜‰๐˜บ ๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜š๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ โ˜† ๐˜’๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ข
๐˜š๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด โ˜† ๐˜’๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜’๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ
๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ โ˜† ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฐ๐˜๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ข
๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ โ˜† ๐˜๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜š๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ข
๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜—๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ โ˜† ๐˜œ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜’๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข
๐˜”๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜›๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ ๐˜š๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต โ˜† ๐˜‰๐˜ฐ๐˜’๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ
๐˜ฝ๐™ค๐™ ๐™ช๐˜ผ๐™ ๐™– ๐˜ฟ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™จ ๐™„
๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜Œ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด โ˜† ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜ˆ๐˜ต๐˜ด๐˜ถ
๐˜š๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜”๐˜ฆ ๐ŸŽ‰ ๐˜”๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ช-๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ
๐˜—๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜Š๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ โ˜† ๐˜‰๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข
๐˜š๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜š๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ โ˜† ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜ˆ๐˜ต๐˜ด๐˜ถ
๐˜‹๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ด๐˜ถ ๐˜›๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ โ˜† ๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ข
๐ŸŽ„ TIS THE SEASON ๐ŸŽ„
ยฅ300 ๐˜Š๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฉ ๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐ŸŽ„ ๐˜Š๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜š๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ
๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐ŸŽ„ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜บ๐˜ข
๐˜ˆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ ๐˜ž๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜Š๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐ŸŽ„ ๐˜๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜–๐˜ช
๐˜š๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ด ๐ŸŽ„ ๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ข
๐˜‰๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜บ, ๐˜๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜–๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐ŸŽ„ ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜“๐˜ฆ๐˜ท
๐™†๐™–๐™œ๐™š๐™ƒ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™– ๐˜ฟ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™จ ๐™„
๐˜œ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜”๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ ๐ŸŽ„ ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜ˆ๐˜ต๐˜ด๐˜ถ ( ๐˜–๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜š๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข)
๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ข ๐ŸŽ„ ๐˜’๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜’๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ
๐˜ž๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜š๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ ๐ŸŽ„ ๐˜’๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข
๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Š๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜š๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐ŸŽ„ ๐˜’๐˜ช๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช
๐˜š๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜—๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐ŸŽ„ ๐˜‰๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข
๐˜œ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜Š๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜š๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐ŸŽ„ ๐˜œ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜›๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ
๐˜“๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜š๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐ŸŽ„ ๐˜›๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข
๐˜พ๐™๐™ง๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ข๐™–๐™จ ๐˜ฟ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฅ @ ๐™๐™ช๐™ ๐™ช๐™ง๐™ค๐™™๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ž
๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐ŸŽ„ ๐˜œ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ด
๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜—๐˜ต. 1 โ˜† ๐˜’๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜’๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช
๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜—๐˜ต. 2 โ˜† ๐˜’๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜’๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช
๐˜•๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ โ˜† ๐˜ˆ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜บ๐˜ข
๐˜ ๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜บ ๐˜ข ๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜บ โ˜† ๐˜’๐˜ฐ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ช
๐™†๐™–๐™ž๐™†๐™ช ๐˜ฟ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™จ ๐™„ | ๐™†๐™–๐™ž ๐™ญ ๐™”๐™–๐™ ๐™ช
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๐˜ž๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜›๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ โ˜† ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜ˆ๐˜ต๐˜ด๐˜ถ
๐˜”๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐ŸŽ‰ ๐˜”๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ช-๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ
๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ โ˜† ๐˜’๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜’๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ
๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ-๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฏ'๐˜ด ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ˆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜—๐˜ต.1 โ˜† ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜“๐˜ฆ๐˜ท
๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ-๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฏ'๐˜ด ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ˆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜š๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜—๐˜ต.2 โ˜† ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜“๐˜ฆ๐˜ท
๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜‹๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜•๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต โ˜† ๐˜‰๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข
๐˜™๐˜ฆ: ๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜‹๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ โ˜† ๐˜ˆ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜บ๐˜ข
๐˜š๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜™๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ด โ˜† ๐˜–๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜š๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข
๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜œ๐˜ฑ โ˜† ๐˜›๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜’๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ
๐˜Ž๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜œ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜๐˜ต โ˜† ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฐ๐˜๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ข
๐˜“๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜Ž๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ด โ˜† ๐˜›๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข
๐™„๐™ฌ๐™–๐™Š๐™ž ๐˜ฟ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™จ ๐™„
๐˜‰๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜บ, ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ข โ˜† ๐˜’๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข
๐˜ˆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜—๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด โ˜† ๐˜œ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜›๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ
๐˜”๐˜บ ๐˜๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜‰๐˜ฐ๐˜บ โ˜† ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฐ๐˜๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ข
๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ด โ˜† ๐˜‰๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข
๐ŸŒˆ ๐‘ณ๐‘ถ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ถ๐‘ผ๐‘น ๐‘ท๐‘น๐‘ฐ๐‘ซ๐‘ฌ!! ๐ŸŒˆ
๐˜™๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ด ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜Ž๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜–๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐ŸŒˆ ๐˜›๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ข ๐˜š๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด
๐˜•๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜Š๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐ŸŒˆ ๐˜๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜–๐˜ช
๐˜‰๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜™๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐ŸŒˆ ๐˜’๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜›๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช
๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ PRIDE!! ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ
๐˜‰๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜‰๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด โ˜† ๐˜œ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜›๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ
๐˜ž๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ฏ'๐˜ด ๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต โ˜† ๐˜’๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ข
๐Š๐ˆ๐๐Š๐“๐Ž๐๐„๐‘ ๐ƒ๐€๐˜ ๐Ÿ“
๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜‰๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ โ˜† ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜ˆ๐˜ต๐˜ด๐˜ถ
๐˜ฝ๐™ค๐™ ๐™ช๐˜ผ๐™ ๐™– ๐˜ฟ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™จ ๐™„๐™„
๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜บ โ˜† ๐˜’๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข
๐˜๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜” โ˜† ๐˜‰๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข
๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด โœฉ ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜“๐˜ฆ๐˜ท
๐˜œ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ โ˜† ๐˜œ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜›๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ
๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜›๐˜ฐ ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ โ˜† ๐˜๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜–๐˜ช
๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ถ ๐˜š๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜บ โ˜† ๐˜’๐˜ช๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜›๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ข

๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜Œ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ โ˜† ๐˜œ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜›๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ

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𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 | 𝟶𝟸-𝟷𝟺-𝟸𝟷

The bell of Shiratorizawa Academy rings as Tendou rushes out of his classroom to catch up with Ushijima.

"Wakatoshi-kun~" he calls out as the taller male halts and turns to a Tendou running up to him, "Are you busy tonight?"

"Huh? Not really, why so?" he asks as Tendou pats his back, beckoning him to advance forward.

"I wanted to ask a small favor!" he swings his arms around Ushijima's shoulder as the ace glances on his hands before humming in response.

"Can you taste test chocolate for me the whole week?"

"Sure. What for?" Ushijima responds with a bland tone before Tendou detaches from him before pulling his wrist in their home economics room.

"Eh, Wakatoshi-kun it's valentine's day next week!"

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Ushijima tilts his head to the side and looks at him with brows furrowed in confusion while watching Tendou put on his apron.

Tendou notices the utterly clueless look on Ushijima's face while he laughs, "I'm testing because I want to give someone honmei,"

He glances and clears his throat, "And I guess some giri chocolate for the team,"
Ushijima feels his heart tighten at the thought of Tendou giving someone love chocolate. He didn't know why but it slightly jilted his pride.

"Okay, what could I help with?" he asks as he tries to dismiss the unpleasant feeling.

"You can just sit there and wait Wakatoshi-kun," Tendou points to a chair as he opens the refrigerator. "I got them started this morning so it won't take long," Tendou explains.

Ushijima treads to the small dining area of the H.E classroom, sitting down while glancing at Tendou who was scuffling around busily as he folds out the silicone mold.

"You can make chocolate?" Ushijima asks as Tendou nods and plates the first batch.

"A bit, yeah. I got help from the cooking club,"

He looks down on the platter, suddenly nervous about giving them to Ushijima. He wanted the guy himself to come so that Tendou could give the perfect honmei to him come valentine's. He takes a deep breath and carries the plate over to Ushijima.

"Here's the first batch I made during lunch,"

Ushijima glances down and sees very identical looking pieces of chocolate. He looks up at Tendou with confusion as the red-haired boy catches on immediately.

"Oh, they're different from each other," Tendou points at one, "This has matcha filling, this is dark chocolate, this is milk chocolate and this comes with almonds," he finishes before placing a glass of water and soda infront of Ushijima.

"Pallet cleansers," he explains as Ushijima nods and takes the one with the matcha. Tendou anxiously waits on despite his relaxed exterior as Ushijima places the chocolate down.

"It's not that sweet," he states with a disappointed tone in his voice as Tendou tries to hold in a chuckle.

Ushijima gulps down the soda before popping in the plain milk chocolate one, "This one... It's good," he says with a blunt voice while Tendou's heart screams in happiness.

Ushijima tastes more and leaves his reviews before Tendou takes note. "I'm glad you helped me Wakatoshi-kun," Tendou cleans up before seeing Ushijima rolls up his sleeves.

"Ummm... what are you doing?"

"Helping," Ushijima quietly responds before grabbing the sponge and putting some dishwashing soap on it.

"No need I swear, you've helped me enough today!" Tendou panics as Ushijima ignores his corrections.

Tendou sighs in defeat before shaking his head and smiling subtly, "Well, I'll be in your care this whole week then,"

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Ushijima patiently waits as Tendou whips the chocolate that had just come out of the microwave. Tendou seemed to have a hard time whisking due to his thin wrists and the heavy chocolate.

He quietly grunts as he places the bowl down and flexes his arms a bit. He didn't know why but Ushijima felt like he had the need to help.

He was feeling uncomfortable seeing Tendou in discomfort so he stands from his chair and grabs the mixing bowl.

"Eh?"

"You seemed to be having a hard time," Ushijima states as he starts whipping the voluminous chocolate.

Tendou smiles and looks on as Ushijima whips for him as he himself gets even more whipped for Ushijima. It was the slurry of emotions that resided in Tendou as he jolts up while Ushijima hands him back the bowl.

"Ah, thank you Wakatoshi-kun,"

"Not a problem," he responds before taking a seat back down.

Tendou hides his smile and blush as he puts the first batch in the silicone molds. 'Shit, I'm going to catch more feelings at this rate,'

"Tendou," Ushijima's low voice hits his ears like whiplash. "You look like you enjoy making chocolate,"

Tendou hums before sticking the mold inside the refrigerator. "What makes you think that Wakatoshi-kun?"

"You're blushing,"

"Yeah, I mean it's enjoyable when you know the ropes,"

"You use ropes in making chocolate?" Ushijima asks with a straight face as Tendou gives him his signature cheeky smile.

"That's not what I meant Wakatoshi-kun,"

A girl suddenly knocks on the H.E classroom door. "Tendou-san!" she calls as he skips towards her.

"Yees~ Akaki-chan?"

Ushijima notices how friendly the girl is towards Tendou, almost appearing with an ulterior motive towards Tendou.

She was holding a piece of paper and hands it to Tendou. Ushijima's eyes widen at the blush that appeared on Tendou's face after taking it and laying a hand on the back of his neck.

Ushijima clenches his fist as he feels his heart sting a bit. It dawned to him that Tendou was making chocolates for someone after all, and it wasn't for him.

He couldn't make out their conversation but he could tell that Tendou was happy to be with that girl. And Ushijima felt an emotion he thought he'd never be able to feel in his entire life.

'Am I jealous?'

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Tendou wipes the sweat off of his forehead before being handed a towel by Ushijima. "Are you stopping by the H.E room?"

"Yep! But you can taste some tomorrow," Tendou does weird gestures with his hands to assure Ushijima but being the stubborn and slow man he is, tilts his head in confusion.

"I'll still come with...?"

"Wakatoshi-kun please don't push yourself, also, why do you sound confused?"

"I guess you don't want company tonight,"

It was something about the way Ushijima looked away from Tendou. It was the subtle glint of disappointment in his eyes that struck him. He was thinking about the girl that dropped by the other day.

He knew Ushijima was trying to play it cool by looking emotionless and indifferent but he could've sworn he'd just seen Ushijima's sad eyes.

"I–It's not that!" Tendou rubs his nape bashfully. Why was he so shy now?

Before Ushijima could respond, Semi suddenly goes approaching him. "Tendou,"

"Semisemi,"

Semi places a hand on his hip. "I heard you'd give him honmei,"

Tendou's cheeks goes red as he chuckles awkwardly and covers Semi's mouth. "Ahhh, we don't talk about it openly," he sends Semi a look and immediately realizes he's either giving him a boost or teasing him.

"Him?" Ushijima suddenly asks as Tendou blushes.

"Look at the time! Hot diggity, I gotta go!" Tendou grabs his jersey and rushes out of the gym while Ushijima looks at Semi with curious eyes.

"What's a...hot diggity?"

"It's nothing to stress about,"

"He's never told me," he clears his throat, "But you know?"

Semi pouts, "Hm, is it about the person he'd give honmei to?"

Ushijima nods firmly as Semi gulps, not expecting that kind of reaction from the usually stone cold ace.

"I– I don't think I'm the one supposed to be disclosing it," he sighs, "Why? You jealous?" he takes a swig of water.

Semi meant it as a half-hearted joke with no substance to it but Ushijima's reaction screams otherwise as Semi accidentally chokes on his water.

"Oh shit," he gasps as Reon sees his teammate chocking before striking him on the back hard. Semi gives him a look of gratefulness before being left alone with Ushijima once more.

"You okay?"

"Wait a minute," Semi disregards Ushijima's question, "You are?"

"I'm...not so sure," Ushijima responds with a very plain tone as Semi slaps a hand on his forehead.

"A girl visited him yesterday and my heart felt painful and I was in discomfort the entire time," Ushijima explains, still with a stone-faced expression.

Semi sucks in a breath and looks around. "Good grief, you are," he states trying not to give Tendou away entirely.

"So, what are you going to do now?" Semi glances at Ushijima with a raised brow.

Ushijima stands there, dumbfounded at the question, "What am I supposed to do?"

Semi looks around cautiously before clearing his throat, "I mean...Tendou is gonna give someone honmei," he grabs his bag after seeing Shirabu beckon to him. "Are you going to let it happen? It's a day before val day after all," he shrugs his bag on before passing him and making his way to Shirabu.

'Sweet lord Washijou, sorry Tendou,' he internally curses before leaving Ushijima alone.

Ushijima clenches his fists. Tendou was alone in the H.E room and his chance to tell him might be gone. He suddenly feels his feet simply rush to the other building as he starts sprinting to his destination.

"Ahh, thank you so much Akaki-chan, I'm hopeless at tying things," Tendou observes as his friend wraps the box of chocolates for Tendou's honmei gift to none other than Ushijima.

"No problem Tendou-san, thank you for making the chocolates for me!" Akaki smiles while patting the box she plans to give her own crush.

Tendou lightly pounds his fist onto his palm, "Hold on! Since you're probably busy tomorrow," Tendou stops her as he scuffles towards the cabinet.

"I made you something too! Nothing much," he grabs the giri chocolate on a bag from the cupboard.

He hands it to her but suddenly feels Ushijima's warm hands wrapping around his thin wrists. "Wait!"

Tendou jolts up, shocked at the emotion Ushijima's usually plain and cold voice let out. "Hold on,"

"Eh?" Akaki takes a step back, sharing Tendou's shocked sentiment seeing such a tall classmate up close.

"Wakatoshi-kun?"

"Tendou, I'm sorry but I have to stop you,"
"What do you mean?" Tendou's heart starts beating fast and his blood rushes up to his cheeks and ears while trying to play it cool.

"I realized that I don't want you giving honmei to other people," Ushijima stops suddenly as he starts to feel embarrassment from saying things he's never used to say out loud.

"But this isn't...honmei," Tendou tries to suppress a laugh as Akaki feels the second hand embarrassment from Ushijima.

"We'll talk later, let me give this to Akaki-chan," he chuckles as Ushijima lets go of his wrist. "Giri for your troubles," he smiles at his friend as she laughs.

"I'll give your giri chocolate tomorrow," she waves and shyly exits the room hurriedly.

"Sorry..." Ushijima clears his throat as Tendou's red face gets harder to hide from him.

"Umm, what did you mean... about the honmei thing?"

Ushijima looks away and sighs, "I realized when you were talking to her I was jealous,"

Tendou rubs the back of his nape and hums in a response to make Ushijima continue. "I can't entirely stop you from giving it but I want you to know that I like you, Tendou,"

Tendou was a hundred percent sure Ushijima was serious. He knew that his best friend would never lie or play with his feelings but some part of him was unsure. His hands start trembling as he covers his mouth, gulping in the nervousness.

"Wakatoshi-kun, please accept this," he grabs the honmei in a box, neatly wrapped with a white bow against the pale pink box.

"I made the helping thing an excuse so I could give you what suits your tastes best," Tendou looks up and sees Ushijima blush and slightly smiling expression.

"I guess this gives away response to the confession," he shyly looks away as Ushijima opens his arms out.

Tendou stares at him for a bit before happily diving in. "You think I shouldn't give honmei?"

"I redact my statement," Ushijima holds him close, gripping along the box of love chocolates he just recieved, fittingly, from the person he loved.

"Don't worry, I'll only make honmei for Wakatoshi-kun,"

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※ Giri Chocolate - Valentine's chocolate for friends and relatives

※ Honmei Chocolate - Valentine's chocolate for lovers and hopeful partners

IT'S EXACTLY 12AM OVER AT MY AREA AND I STILL HAVEN'T FINISHED GEN. ANIME VALENTINE'S SPECIAL. FUCK.

HIATUS BREAK BECAUSE LACKING A VALENTINE'S SPECIAL FELT LIKE DOING A CRIME.

I hope you love filled children enjoy your Valentine's day!

To my fellow aro-ace or ace community, fuck romance honestly, let's go conquer the world instead. love thy self.

ANYWAYS, THIS TOOK THREE HOURS TO MAKE I'M SORRY IF IT'S SHIT, I'M NOT YET DONE WITH MY HIATUS SEE YOU MARCH 2!

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