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๐˜ˆ:๐˜ฏ- ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ... ๐˜ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ... ๐˜Œ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ถ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ.

๐˜Œ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ.

๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ.

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๐˜‰๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ M๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ P๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ. ๐˜๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ? ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ข ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ...

(๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜‰๐˜š๐˜‹ ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต).

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"Why did you look like Chibi!?" Dazai exclaimed alarming both Kunikida and Imuzi who tilted his head in confusion.

"And who are you both either way?"

"Apologise on behalf of Dazai, we are your... Mother... Colleague" said Kunikida who had a resistant tone on the term mother.

"Ah... Didn't think about it... Either way, where's mother?" He asked with a raised eyebrow as Dazai stiffly smiled.

"Say, Imuzi-kun do you recall your father?"

"No? He left before... I was born" said Imuzi gazing away trying not to spill more lies on your behalf.

As he has already burdened you enough to keep his secret.

"Ah... That makes sense say, Imuzi-kun do you feel lonely when seeing other kids having a father... And you don't... Like a feeling of loneliness," Dazai asked while crouching down on Imuzi's level who looked confused.

"No... why?"

"You know... I can be a perfect father for you, we can play games together and maybe even have another sibling if y/n-chan gets married," said Dazai with a Cheshire smile as Imuzi backed away in discomfort as Kunikida hit the head of Dazai.

"Ouch kunikida-kun! I just want the kid to have both parent's love! And live a happy life together"

"Since when did you care about living?" Said Kunikida ignoring Dazai's puzzled face as he went silent in thought while Kunikida talked with Imuzi.

"Your mother went on a mission with one of the colleagues"

"Is it Mr Ranpo Edogawa, Miss Akiko Yosano or is it Somebody else??"

"...It's Ranpo

"Ah, no wonder... She was in a hurry... Well she would be more in a hurry if it was Miss Yosano I guess" mutters Imuzi to himself then stares at the two older males.

"Either way why were you both here pretty sure Mother will not send Mr. Dazai here to pick me up and looking at your form you must member Kunikida," said Imuzi who bowed 90ยฐ in respect.

"Ah yes," said Kunikida arranging his glasses while taken aback by the formality.

'L/n-san has taught her son well' thought Kunikida as he felt a sense of pride in his heart.

Imuzi stomach growls as he holds his stomach with a slight frown.

"I'm hungry..."

"Hi Hungry I'm Dad"

"Mr Dazai/ Dazai don't"

"Eh? I thought it would make sense" said Dazai pouting a bit as he pulled Imuzi's right cheek who slapped his hand away.

"You remind me of Shorty, I won't be shocked if you were his son" mutters Dazai to himself as his eyes darken at the thought of you being with Chuuya.

'Did they meet during his stay at Sheep...? Does Y/n-chan know Chuuya? Is he going to steal my soulmate?' Dazai thought to himself in silence as Kunikida and Imuzi started walking afar making Dazai snap out of his dazed form and quickly catch up with them.

"I know... what you are trying to do! Kunikida-kun! But I won't let you"

"Huh?!"

"Imuzi-kun! If you were to choose a father what kind or what would you want him to be like?" Asked Dazai with twinkling eyes down.

Imuzi looks up with a simple frown.

"Obviously... Not you"

An arrow hit the heart of Dazai who gasped in betrayal.

"How could you say that? Y/n-chan and I are soulmates you know!"

"Mother... has a black string pretty sure it means her soulmate has died," said Imuzi with a scoff as Kunikida side glances at the duo.

"What black string?"

"Kunikida-kun, have you been living in a rock?"

"Huh?! Of course not I just don't know what you both are saying isn't it a myth?" Asked Kunikida who had heard about soulmate strings.

Imuzi shook his head and pointed at Dazai.

"He has a black-"

"Ma~ I can't let you speak more Kunikida-kun has to find out himself," said Dazai who covered Imuzi who glared at the hands.

"What's even is soulmates does it even exist?"

Imuzi gets out from the cribbed of Dazai and approach Kunikida.

"It does exist... But it is only one pair... But when a soulmate dies and the string becomes black the other significant has the option to choose another soulmate... As fates also choose some candidates... Such as black string around the other... Or dreams... Or many more"

"..."

"So... you're saying there are others chosen by faith?" Asked Dazai as his eyes stared coldly at Imuzi who stared back.

"Yes, And I would say you are the only one," said Imuzi smiling a bit as Kunikida tried to process it with a frown.

"How is she tied with... Soulmate?" Asked Kunikida unsurely.

"Well, mother was chosen by faith itself... But her soulmate died when she was 17"

"...the year she joined... Ada?"

"Yeah... Either way, I'm hungry can we have crabs?"

"Oh! I love crabs! See we have a common thing! Surely that's a good thing"

"...I guess?" Said Imuzi unsurely as he felt a strange feeling to not reveal more about relating to his soulmate to Dazai as he felt it would be better you reveal it yourself.

"Its on Kunikida-kun! Let's have crabs!"

"Oi, you! You can't just spend on my money!"

"Kunikida-kun! My son will die from hunger"

"For the last time Dazai"

"I'm/he's not your son".

" how rude! Maybe... I should stick to plan one!"

"Huh?!?!"

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"The mission ended well!" You mutter while yawning.

"It sure is! Since I was present at the case!" Said Ranpo taking out the lollipop and quickly putting it in his mouth as you nodded agreeing.

"By the y/n-san"

"Hmm?"

"You have been looking at your time the whole day during the case investigation are you urgently going somewhere or for someone?" Asked Ranpo as his green eyes stared at yours.

"W-was I?"

"Yes"

"Well... I can't lie, can I... Umm... I was wondering how my cat is"

"Your cat?"

"Yeah... He often wanders around easily and the fact that he loves eating seafood sometimes it hard for me to buy it often"

"Is there another person at your home?"

"No?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"So you are going to pretend you don't have a... Son?"

"..." Your eyes widen as your face turns crimson as you are in a blushing mess.

"S-son... Ah, y-yes I d-do have one um... How did... Y-you find out... I-instead does e-everyone on a-agency know... About m-my son?" You shuttered in nervousness as Ranpo gave a firm nod.

"So... Tell me how and why did you hide your son?"

"..."

"..."

"Well..."

"Who's the... father?"

"He... Left eventually... The day was so vivid as I recall that one time... I was going home... After my class... I eventually stumble on a man! Y-yeah! And it was so vivid a-and the next thing i-i know is I was home return home so I assume i-it was a dream o-only to find i-i'm pregnant... A-and.. Uh..." You couldn't lie you knew you couldn't but you were doing your best to cover up it for Imuzi.

You can't let anyone find out about Imuzi being a cat that turned into a human, his life was already miserable you can't bring yourself to risk his life again... Despite you guys being colleagues and friends for years... The possibility of them taking away Imuzi was not what you wanted.

After all, you already lost your family... You can't lose another person that you start treating as your family member... And the fact he knows about soulmate more than you but doesn't reveal much... You have to find out about what soulmate string even is...

So... you gotta make Imuzi stay and get comfortable with you and spill out about what soulmate is and sort... And maybe you won't even need a soulmate and have a family and be his mother like for Imuzi was enough for you to firm yourself to hide it away in exchange he hid the fact about the soulmate strings as much as he could from others...

"Y/n-san?"

Tears fall from your eyes as you gaze away and take deep breaths in and out alarming Ranpo who assumes he triggers something that he shouldn't a tragic past of yours perhaps.

'Calm down calm down... He didn't find out about Imuzi turning into a cat right? Or is the agency finding or trying to find... Are they-' Your thoughts came to a halt as you felt an embrace.

Your eyes slowly take notice of the figure as you blink twice.

"R-Ranpo-san?"

"Take deep breaths I'm here for you, Y/n-san... You don't have to say more"

You nod slowly confused as Ranpo mutters under his breath.

After a while, he stopped hugging you and leaned back.

"How are you... feeling now?"

"Better," you said unsurely as Ranpo smiled and patted your head.

"Good... can't have my assistant faint or have a panic attack again!" He said smiling as you unsurely nodded.

'And I will make sure to find who is the father and make him pay for whatever he has caused you...'

'Imuzi... Is he fine?'

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๐˜ˆ:๐˜ฏ- ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต/๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ!

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๐•Š๐•‹โ„๐•€โ„•๐”พ๐•Š ๐”ฝ๐”ธ๐•‹๐”ผ: ๐•Š๐•–๐•”๐•ฃ๐•–๐•ฅ๐•ค.

*๐˜‹๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ? ๐˜ /๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต.

*๐˜๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ป๐˜ช ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜ป๐˜ข๐˜ช.

*๐˜’๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ข ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด.

*๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜ป๐˜ข๐˜ช ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜Š๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ถ๐˜บ๐˜ข ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ป๐˜ช ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ... ๐˜ˆ๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฌ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ.

*๐˜๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ป๐˜ช ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง.

*๐˜™๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜ป๐˜ข๐˜ช ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜—๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ข ๐˜ ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด....

*๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜’๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜Š๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ถ๐˜บ๐˜ข ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜Š๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ถ๐˜บ๐˜ข ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต.

*๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ? ๐˜™๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜‹๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ.

*๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข...

*๐˜ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ!!!

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