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garretgentleman-art · 3 days ago
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Песиголовцы считают себя бойцами, но большее время они были няньками.
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karturtle · 3 months ago
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ive always loved that one doghead loading screen in pathologic classic and so i
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belmurraydesign · 9 months ago
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Cartoon dog head. #dogdrawing #doghead #dogface #dogportrait #dogoftheday #dog #digitalart #digitalillustration #digitalartist #digitaldrawing #illustration #cartoon #cartoonart #3ddrawing #3dart #art #funnydrawing #cutedrawing #procreate #procreateart #procreatedrawing #procreateillustration #loveart #portlandartist (at Portland, Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVjqB2kF6Et/?utm_medium=tumblr
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eclipse42logo · a year ago
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Dog logo. Dog logo for sale. Logo is created with a stylized lines forming a dog's head with his tongue out. Color is black.
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vowcomic · a year ago
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verbotenslug · a year ago
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liliumlies · a year ago
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tian xiaolong uí broin
You receive a vision. A dream. Memories flowing in your mind.
(cw: animal death, eyestrain)
You are four years old, and Mama wipes blood off your cheeks.
"Hush, xiao bao. I'm sorry you had to see that, I'm sorry," she murmurs. "Be good for me, okay? Look away. Mama will take care of it. Just look away." 
There's a scratch on her wrist that still bleeds. She rubs your face dry, fretting with stained fingers. A puddle slowly spreads in the alley behind her and touches the hem of her clothes, but you can't look any further than her shoes. 
You're four years old́. 
You don't know how to speak like your parents yet, with warm and twisting words like snakes in a den, so you don't speak at all. Instead you reach up to her, and let tears fall. She throws her arms around you, rocking the two of you back and forth. "Mama is sorry, Mama is sorry..."
You grip the back of her shirt, feelin͘g her trem̧bles like the earth is shaking around you. It'll be okay. There, there. You close your eyes and touch that scratch on her wrist, where warm gold meets your fingers.
Your parents got married in a courthouse. 
There was no wedding procession to their ceremony, held in a cramped hotel room just like this one; no onlookers to pour the wine, which was cheap and stolen from the restaurant across the street. Mama wore̶ a red sheet over her head and grinned with all her teeth when Baba lifted the corners. 
They did only one of their bows, to the person they would marry and nobody else, defying heaven and ancestors alike—
"You have to bow to your ancestors when it's your turn though, got it?" Mama interrupts herself then. "Properly! Otherwise poor Mama and Baba’s hearts will be broken."
"What's an an-ces-tor?" You ask. 
Baba lowers his brush and smiles at you. "They're the family that came before you, Xiao Bao. Your parents, and your parents' parents, and so on."
The idea of Mama and Baba having mamas and babas of their own never occurred to you before. "Mama and Baba's… they weren't in the wedding?"
He pats you on the head. "Mn. We didn't want them there."
"Really?" 
"They're not our family, not like Xiao Bao is." Mama says sternly, pressing a big smooch to your cheek. She grins as you squirm in protest. "We don't need anyone but each other, right A-Wei? That's why we abandoned their names."
Baba nods. He looks at her in that way he does, that fills up the whole room. "It’s just us now. The Tian family."
Bouncing up, she strikes a pose. "That's right! We're the Tian family! H́e̕aven parts for us!"
Baba kisses your other cheek and gets up. You cheer as he tackles her to the ground, and she shrieks with laughter.
You are ten, maybe eleven years͜ old. You have been walking for a while, now. There's nothing but fields of flat grass and rock in every direction, a road snaking through gentle hills that warp the horizon devoid of any human presence but three.
There is a wolf on the road, and it looks hurt. 
You pull your hand out of Baba's. The happy creases in the corners of his eyes vanish as you run towards it. "Xi̕aoĺo̵n͞g, be careful!" 
The wolf growls at you. It can̛͢'t move, can barely lift its head to snap at you as you cre͞ep͘ cl̸oser. You just want to help, though. It's badly hurt but you can fix it, can't you? There’s something in you pulling you forward, calling to you. 
You clutch at that sensation, heavy with— with something. You pull on it, clumsy. It's easy, almost ridiculously so. 
Baba and Mama cry out. Dizziness hits you, like the rush that comes from standing up after you eat too much, and you look down. 
The wolf is dead. E̴v̴e͏̛͠r̵̨y̢͘t̴h̵̕͏i̛̕n̸̕g̶ a̢̨r̸o̴̷̸ùnd̡̛̀ ́͘yo̸̧̧u̵ ̢́íś d́e̕ad. 
You’re not hungry anymore.
Yellow eyes blaze at you, accusatory and glinting. When you bare your teeth, you can almost imagine it's the wolf glaring at you. 
Mama's face joins yours in the river. She sits, puts something big and pearly white on your head. Ties a ribbon under your chin, and looking at your reflection suddenly becomes tricky, eỳe͟s s͝kidd͝ing and sliding o̸f̶f the surface like oily bubbles. 
"Our secret," she says, holding a finger to her lips. "You're so cool, my xiao bao ah. You̷͘͟r̴͢ fans would hound us nonstop if they knew how amazing you are."
He̸r ̧eye̴s̢ are still red at the corners, but she musters a smile for you. Baba sits far up the river with his head between his kne̸es͢. ͢I̡t̀’s his fa͢ult, he co͢nfessed. His fault, his grandmother’s blood. Xiao Bao, Baba is so sorry. 
You turn around and reach up for a hug. Mama's face crumples. All at ó͢҉nce she wraps herself around you, sticky like mud as she sniffles. Your heart trembles before it finally settles. 
Cursed, and every tear another inch of water to drown you. But it really isn't that different, after all.
The first time you wa̧lk̨ ̸i͡n̛t͜o̕ a̸ p̶la͢ce̡ of hea͠liǹg, ̷yo̢ur ͟s͢t͟om͡ach is clenched so tight you feel like being sick. You want to save people. You want to be more than a helpless child, leeching life from others. 
The clinics you cross are always busy. It’s easy to slip in as a new assistant or silent working hand, magic lenses and l̡o̷w̢-b̀r̕im̡m͜ed ̛h͘ats̢ ke͞épi̴ņg shárp ęye̛ş ̶off ͏you͘r f͢ac̸e. You keep your presence small and you w̸át̨c͠͏̨h̸͢ ͡t͏̸h̵͘͞e̕ ́͢d̵̶ǫ̢c̸͡t҉̧̛or̵s̷ ͠ẁ̶̢ó̵r̵͜k,̨ ̶̢and you learn.
Y̵͠͝o̷u’re fourteen a̸͟ņ͜d ̧̨͝not d̵̴one g̷͘r͟owing͝.͝ ̛T͟o̶o ͜mu̕ch͢ ̀d͠éterminatio͏n ̕i̢ş ̧as̛ ͜danger͏o̴us ̷an̢ emòti̸on as̕ ͢a̛ny other, but for now your heart beats slow and steady in your threadbare chest.
This body isn’t just a vessel of misfortune, this blood isn’t useless. Your mother is a mage, and you’re her child, too. 
In your heart, you think, maybe next time will be different.
It isn't̕͘͜͞.
Yo̶u҉tr҉y ag͘a͠in̸.̕ Wh́át͠ ̴e͟l͘s͢e c̕a̕n҉ ͢ýou ̛do͞?̀ You’̷v͡e alr͡ea͢d҉y̸—͟ ̕
̡And̸ you c͠an’̶t͝ ͡stop ̸n̶ow͡, or ̧t͘hat͢ w̧o͟ul̕d ҉m̸ean ̸it ̧w̸a͜s f͝or ̛no̷th͘ing̶.̛
͟F̢l͝owers̢ spr̵i͘n҉g from̶ ̧g͟a̛rdens a̢n͠d͏ ͏wiļt. B́eȩs ̛c͘raw͝l͞ ͞ont̶o ̢t̷h̴èm ̢t͠o̢ re̴st͠ ̀a͟n͡d͞ ̴s̵t́oṕ ͟mo͏v͠in҉g. You͡ ͘fe̛e͢d the͠ir̸ b̛o̴di̶es to͏ sp̀i̴ders ͘who ͡cu͟r̢l̶ ̴up̵ int͘o ͠b͜a͟ll̢s̛ a̸t͜ ͏y̷our̢ f҉i̛ng̀eŕtip̸s̸, and you̡ ҉c͞r͠y̸ o͟n̴ly҉ a̕ ̡l̢i̸t̕tl͞ę ̴wh͞en t̸héy͜ ͡d̸o.
K͠e͝eṕ ͠t͏ryin͞g͟.
You meet her in Paris, but you don’t realise it until it happens again in London.
This is how yo͆͝u̓ͭͬͣͮͣ juśt̡if͜y ҉your subsequent panic; what are theodds̸ ҉of̧ m̴eȩt̢įn̛g som̕eone͝ ąg͏ain̨ b́y ͏c̀o͢i̧nc̛idénce,͢ l͟e͘agues a͠c̢r͘ơss the wa̴t͡e͟r?́ ̷
͢It'͝s̴ ͜b͏e̡en ̡s͝ix̷ ̴m͡ont̛h҉s͠ s̵įnce͡ th͡at͞ d̶ay.̸ Yo͘u'͠re̵ l̶ea͝r̸ni̡ng y͢ơu͝r̵ l͘imíts̀, you h͜áve̛n͟'t̡ ̛k̛il͢led ̡aņothȩr ͢p̸a͟tien̡t ́y͠et̕ ̸(̢y̕et͟)͘. ̡You̶ ̡fea҉r wh͢at̵ sh͘e ͠rep̴r͡es͞ent͟s͡ ̨morȩ t̵han w̡h͝at ͞şhe̵ kn̴ow̨s̷.҉ T̵h͟e n͝ervęs n̨um͟b͡ y̴ou̷r ̛mout͢ḩ,͠ ͠mak̀i̢ng ͡yo͝u͢ c̶lums͠y̨.̛ Yo̢ư p͘robably͢ ͞gi̶ve҉ ҉aw͠a͠y͠ ̡too muc̀h.͜
Her̛ an̷s̡ẃe̷rs ̸d̴on't̸ s̵a͝tìsf͢y yo̵u b͜u̧t ͝y̶ou̕ ̸le͡t̷ h͞er g҉o, he̵lples̛s͏ ͠to do ̧ot͜h͞e̴rw̷is̶è.͜
A̡n͜d th̢èn̢ s̷he̸ co̕mes҉ ́ba̧ck͜. ̨S̵h͜e̷ ̢doe̸s҉n’t͜ ev̕en ẁork he͏r͢e, j́ust͟ ̸ke̷e̕ps ͢w̡eąs̛el̸i̶ng h͏er͞ w̷ay i͠n͠ ͡to po̧ke̴ ̕a̛nd p̧r͟od at͜ ͝y̸o̢u l̵ike some҉ ͢ńe̡w͜ a̸n͘d͠ ͞f̢as͟cín̶at̕in͝g ͡thing̴.̧ Y҉͏o͟u’r͏̢e͜͞ ̧̢t͝ense͢ ̶͏͢u͝n͜͡til s̸͞he̵ f͜͏i̵n͏͡a̶̛ļ́͡ĺ̨҉y̵ c̴͝o̢͟͡rners҉͘ ̵y̸ou̵̡ ̛̀͞i̧͢͡n̶ ̛͝a̷n̕͡ ̷e̶mp̕͟t̴͡ý͢͟ ̨w͜͝a̷̷r̢͝d́͘
"O̕u͠r intr͟ơd̸uc̷to͞r͢y co̴nve͠r̷s̷ati̡on ͜was̀… ͞r͡at̛her҉ ̨int͡eres̨ti̛n͟g, sơ ̕I ̡d͞id̡ s͏om̸e ͏͢d̕i̧g̵͘͟g̸i̷͡͡ń̢g̛͡,͏̡͜" ̕s̡h̢e ş̷a҉y̢s̶̕,̷̕ ̷ań̛d ̷́s̷l̸a͝͠m҉s ͝a̸ ͏́h̵͟͢à̧͝s̡̛ţ̴i̶͢͠ĺy͟ ͞b̵ó̷̢un̛͡d͘͜ ̀fol͡҉̵d҉̸̢e҉r̕ o̢͜f̶̵͠ ̕͘͝n̛e̸w͡ś͝p͞a̢͏p̴er ͜͠c͘͟l̶͢i̕p̸͠͡p̀i͠n̢gs̷͡ ̶̕͜an͝d̶ ́҉͝d̶o͢ç͟͠úm͘͢҉e̴͠͠nţ̕s̵̛ ́͜͝b̷̛ę̀ţwe̴ę͠n̸ ͡y҉͠ǫ̀̀ų͟ w̕͡í̵t́͏͘h ̡̛͏a̴̴ ̛f̕l͞҉o̕̕u͢ri͏̸s̸̛h̵̷.͏̢͡ ̶“Y̶̕o̧͏u ͡h́͠a̕͠v͏e̶̷ ̕͏q̨̛̀ų͘i̕t̵͞ȩ t̵҉͝h͡͏e͘͜ ̢̀h̷́i̶s̛͜t͜or͜͟y͞͡,͏ ̴M͏̴͠x̧̛͘ ̨T͢͝įa̵͡n҉.̵́”͘
You den͏y̶ it͏. W̶h̡ęn͡ de̕n̵ying ͘it ͜d̷o̡es̛n’t ͟work, ҉you ţwi̸st̀ ͢th̸e͘ ҉t͠r̛u͞th i̡n̴to a͟ ̢l͡ìm͟pi̵ng̨ ̡t̨hing̡, and when ̷yoú d͞em͝an͠d́ ̢t̴o k҉n͘o̕w҉ wh͢a͝t͘ ̢she w͞a͢n̨t͏s̛,́ ̵s͡h҉ę on͠ly̕ ̷t̷il̶t͜s҉ ̴he̶r ͞head ͝b͏ac̵k҉. Her eyelashes are too long to tell, but you think you see something bottomless and dark beneath them.
͢"O҉h, b̀ut yo̶u͝͏͟͡ ̵͡͡s̴̴̕͞t̵̡a̷̸̡͢r̷̵̢̢t͟ę̀͘͝ḑ̨̀҉ ̕͏̶̛i҉͠͠t̵̨̛,̕��̨͢ ́͜ḑ͏͏į̵҉d̵ ̡͘͞҉̶y͢͝ó̧͠u̢̕͞͞ ҉̵͢ǹ̸̡͘o̸͘t̴̸̷͝?̷̨̨̛̀ ̸̕͡I̛͟t͠ ̷̵̕͢҉ì̛̕͢s̴҉͘͘͝ ̀̀͢m̸̨͢͜o̢͏̕ś̵̴͟͝t̷͝ ̵́́̕͘u͜͏̴̸ń͘͞͝ḱ̸̷̴̨į̸̀͝͡ǹ̷͡͞͠d͏̴̨̧̢,͜͢ ̧͢͠t̷̀͜͠͏ớ́͢͞ ͟p̸͟u͏̵̧l̴̢͏l̀ ̧̛à̡͘͝͝ ̷̵̶̶̨y̶͝ò̵͜͠ųn̴̛͝͞g̀́ ̶͠͏m̷̕҉a͜͠͏̵i̷͜͢͜͞d҉͠e̵̕n͝͡ ͝͝i̵͟ń̷̸̷t̶̀͟ơ̢̛ ̴̸̛̕á͜͞ ͘͢c͢͏̕l̶̸̀͘͞ó͜s̷̴͢͝͝ę̴̀͢͞t͏̴̧̀͡ ̨̧̧̛́f̢҉̸̷ơ̸̛͟r͞ ̷͡҉͜͠i̢͠ń̷̕͞t̷̷e̵͘r̵̴̢̛͟r̀͜͢ơ̵͢ģ̴͞͝á͟͞t̡͏̴̡͘i͡͏̶̨͟o̡̧̧̧͠n͏̶ ̨̕a͞͏s̵̕҉͘҉ ҉y͞ơ̡͢͟͢u̶̵̧͠ ͞҉d͜͢i̢͠ḑ̸̸͞͠.̵͡͡͏ ̸̸̕Q̵̧́͝͞u҉̶̧̛̀í̸̵̛t̴͟͜͟e͏͘͜͠͝ ̶̸̧͘͟ś̸̴h̀͠͏a̴̵̧̧͟m̶͘͞e̢f̴̡̛͘u͜͝l̵̛̀͡҉. Po͜ssi̸b̨ly sca̸n͠dal̷o͜us̢,̛ even.́ ̢Whát́ ̧i̴f ͏you̴r c͘ol҉l͡e͏aģu̡ȩs̢ ̧h͝a̴d ͢se͜en?"
Whe͡n͜ s̛h̷e̸ flo̡un͞c̴e͘s ou̧t̢ ̶of t͘h͡e̵ r҉oo͞m͟, t͝he ̢a͠ft͟er̕ima̵g̡e ̛o͝f h͞er͜ ͝smi̸l͢e – petty – stays seared into your eyes.
S͘͟͢h̴é͜ ̢͞ć̡̛o̵̸n̕͢t̵́͜í̀ńu̶͟e͘͟͟s͘ ̴́t͘o p͡e̸̕s̷̛te͢r̀ ̡̡y͡ó͝u.̕ ͏Įt’̀͘͡s̛͢͢ ̢n͏ȩ̸̨r̨̛͘v̡e w̢r͏̨a͏c͡͡k̕҉̀i̧ng̡. (̷It̷̨̛’͏s͘ ́͢i͘ŗr̵a̢͞ti̷̛o͡ń̴̛ally̴̢͞ ҉̧c̵̕h̶͟ar͜m͏̴i̡͞n̡g͟͡͞)͡.̵̡͡ ͜Y̴̧o͏ù ͞ẁ̛a̡i̧t̴̷ ̧͘f͘o͏r̢͠ t̕h̴͘͞e ̵͜o̵̢͢t̶́h̛e̵̡r̶͡҉ ̨͞b̶̛́o͡o̡̨t̶̢̛ t̵͝ó͜͝ ̧͢͞d҉r͟o҉͠p̧.̨͢ ͠W̶̶h̨i̸͝l͢é͠ ̷͝y͟ou͢͝ ͘wa̧͏́í͜t͘,͏͞ ̢y̧o̶u͠͝ ҉̢f̛a͞ļl̵̡͡ ̕͜i̸̛n͜͠ ̴̷l͘͜o̶v̡ȩ̡. ̴͢͞F̨͞o͟o̵ĺ̴͠i͞s̢h͏͝l̴̷̀y͝ ͏̧̡s̨o҉̵
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͝͡D̵̕͜i̢d̸̀ ͜y̵͟o̸̴u҉̸҉ ̛͡f͝o͘͘͢r̨g҉̧e̸̵t̡ ͡t̀́̕h̶̵͞e s͡c͡͝a͏l̀͝e̴s̵͟͡ ͟g̨͜rơw̨i̸n̡g̛ ͢҉l̶͘iķ̀e̵͝ ŗ̢ot o̶v̡ȩ̡r ͠y͏o̡u̡͠r̡ ̵̧b͡ó̷dy̕͝,͢ ̀w͢҉͘aş̛́ ͢͞it̢҉ ͢n̴͞o͡t̵̨̀ é́͜n͠͠oug͡h͞? ̵D̡͜i̵d̡ yo҉u͘͝ f̵ó̸͞r̕ǵet͝ ́͘w͘͜ha̡t̷ ̶̷y̡͘͡ou̢͠ ͟w̴̧͢e͟͜͝r̵e̸̡?͢ ̸̷
“̀́͟͡Tḩ̷e ̵͟t̶́͞r̵̨͡u͞͝t̢͢͟h̀͠҉͘ ̢͏i̶̴͢͡s̸̶̷̕͠,̢͢ ̴̸̵̕͞ý͞ó͢͜͝u̸̵̕ ̷͢͞s̢̢̀͡e͢҉͜͠e̶̸͜͡͞,̴͡ I ̢̀͞a̸̢̧͘m҉̵͝҉ ̛͏̨c̴̷͠u̴͢r̷̵̨͝s̀͢͠é͠͞d̶͢,̴̢̧̕”̴́͞ ҉̡s̢͡á͘͡͞҉y͢͟s̢͜ ̀́͟͡t̶͏̷͠ḩ̷e ̨̕͟ò͢͞t̕͢h̶̢͘͘è̛͡͝r̡̕͢͠͝ ̸̢̀b́́o͘ǫ̛́t. ̸̶͠À͡ ̸́͜͢n̴̢͞ȩ́͘͠r̸̷͡v̵̷̛o̐͝ü̃s͠ ͆̄ͤ͗͝l̿̕a͛ͣȗ̌̓g͆̈́̾ͧ̚hͯͯ͝ ̷͌͗͛b́̕͡u̴̧b̵̷͘͢͡b̶̷̶̢ĺ̡̢̀e̢̛͢͡s͏̸́͘ ̸͠҉̕͠ò̶̵̕̕u͡҉͞t́̀͟͞͡ ̸̕ǫ͏̷̢͠f̛҉̧͟ ̷̡̛h͘͟͝e̵̢͜͝r͏̛͘͢ ͘͟͠a͢͜s̕҉ ̧́s͜͟͠͝h̸̵͝e̢҉̡҉͟ ̵̀͢͠c̵̷̡̧͢ư̸̸r͏̸l̴͜s̷̷̷͞ ̶̨́̕͝f҉̵́į̡̕n̨̛̛g͠҉͟e̕͞͠ŕ҉s͘͠ ͟͞t̷̨͠h͠͏͟ŗ͘o̷͢͜u̧̡g̴̨͞͝h̵̢͜ ̷̸͢͝͞h̢͘͡҉͘é͏̸̢r̛͡͏ ̶̴̷͘͝t̕h̴̴̡̕͟í̵̶͢͝c͞͏ḱ̶̡̕̕ ̷̴̢͝h̷̡͢͞a̧̕ì̷̧́͠r̡̨̕͠,̡͡ ̶̶̛̕á̷̛͘͠v҉̸̶҉̢o͢i̛̛͠d҉̢̡̀i̷͝ń̶͝͡g̷̴͜ ̷̨̧͠y̸̵̢͡o҉̷͜ư̡̡͜͞r̵͢͡͏͝ ̢͏҉e̷҉̕͞͏y҉̛͝͠e̵̵͠͡s̀͡,̛͘͜͞ ͞͏͏“̵̷̨̛.͟.̴̵̢͝.̛͏̶̨̕ ̢̡͠͡҉ą̧͢͞l̕͢͢t͜͠҉h̵҉͏́́o̵͢͞u͜͜g̶̸̀͞͝h̛́,̨̕͠͏̸ ̶̵̀́͡w̨̨͢͢h҉̵e͠ǹ̷̶͠ ̷͟͜I̢ ͘͢͞j̵̀ų̴̶s̵̢͜͞͝t͜͡ ̡̛̀͢͢s̷̕͝a̢̨y̢͜͏҉ ̷̢͠ì͘͠t̸̵̨͘ ̷̧͞͏l̶͞i͏̀k͞e̕ ̢͡t̛͢h̴̸̵a̵̢̕t̶͜ ̵̛͟͠͠i̸̕t͡ ̵͜͝͞ḿ̵̢u̶̸̡̢͟ś̕̕t͟͠ ̀̀b͢͠é ́͡q̸̡̕͜u̴̡͞í̵̴̶͟t҉̢́͏͏ȩ̧̡ ̴͝u͢͝n͞͞b̸̡e̴̛ĺ͘i̶̵͜͟e̷̛͞͝v҉̛a̷̡͟͜b́͡ĺ͡ę̶̕,̧̢́ͧ́ͭ̏̍͘̚͞n̔̈̅́oͣ?̷ͥͤ̎͊ͨ͛̍ ̨̑B͛ͨ̎̆͛̿̉͏ũͤ̓̓ͩͦtͩ͡ ̀͘I͘̕͜’̛͘͠͡m̴̷̀ ̵̢̢ņ̛͘͟͟ó̴̷̡t̶̵͘̕ ̴̨t̕r̴̷y͞͏̨͜͠í̛ǹ̶̴̨ǵ̶͡ ̨͢ţ͘͝ơ̧̡͝ ͜͟t̸͠͏̷̢ȩ̵̵́̕ą̨̕̕͢ş̸̨̕͡é͟͟͟͜ ̕͝͡ǫ̸̴r͏̴́̀ ͟͞m҉a̢͟k̸̵͜e҉̴́ ҉f̸̨́҉̡ù͢͟͜n͘͘͏ ҉̸̵̧͘o̡̢f̶̕͡͝ ̸̷̵̨y̷ơ̸̛̕ú̴̧́́,̸̶̧ ̡̕͏̸t̶̕͡r̵͞҉̧u͠l̡͜y̴̷.͏̨̧͏̧”͏̶͘͘
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He̴r͠e̢ is a̴ fact: ͠y̷o̷ur͠ hand̴s h͞àv͢e͘ b͢u̢rr͠ow̵e̷d ͜into̴ c͡hȩsts,͠w̶et͞ ̧and s͡lic̕k͘ ẁr̨a̶p̴p̧e̸d͜ ar͏o͞ưn͡d͞ ̀t̨he he͏ar̨t̶ ̸of ót̛hers. ͏Y̵o̵u ̢hàve ͟s̢áved pe͢o͢p͢l̢e ̷a̧nd͘ y̛ou ͏h̷ave͏ ͏s̴m͘ơt̕h̡er̀e͏d͠ th̀e ͡br̛eat͢h̶ f̢r̶om͠ ̢t͡he̷m͜,́ s͞t͢o͢len̷ ̨the̸i͜r ̨y̸ea̷rs̶ àn̶d ̨s҉o̶u͞l͘s̕ ̵a̛nd̀ l҉iv̴es̨.̀ T̛he҉ i̶ntim͜ac͡ý ͢of̕ a͜ c͡ád͝a͘ve͜ŗ's ́to҉u͟c҉h is̷ w͡e̕ll kn̛own to you.
Here is the truth: you have ̨nev͏eŗ b̨e̴én ̕c̨l͏o̕se ̧tǫ an̵other ҉pe͟r͠s̨ơn in̶ a way that matters.
What you mea̴n̷ is͢,͝ ͟N͘ia̶m̸h Ní͟ ̀Bhro̵i͜n̢ is an unknown variable.
“... It is the strangest thing,” she mumbles, peering̛ u͝p̡ àt͘ ͠y̶óu. “I ͡ca̡nnot͡ r̨eḉ̶̸͞a̸̧̨͘ļ̡̕҉l̸͘͜ ̀҉́͜a̵̡̕͢ ̧́͘͘s͟͡i̡͘͟͞ń̷̴̨͟g̷͢l̡͠ȩ̵͞͠ ̀͘͝n̵͏í͘̕g͢͏̷h̸̢̀́͟t̸̀͝ ̸̕I̸͝ ̸̧̨̧w̨̡͡e̵̸n̵̸̨̕͝t̡͘ ͏̕ẁ̛̕͡i̧̨͜͝҉t̸̨́̀h̡͏̀͢ơ͘u̶̷ţ̶͢͡ ̶͞n͘͡҉ì͜͝͞ģ̸h͏̨͡t̢̧͟͠m̸͜͞͞͞a̸̢̕r҉̸͟͡e̴̴s͟͜͟ ̶̨͏b̵͞ę͟͠͡f͏̷̵͘͜ǫ̛͝r̶̵͘͢e͏̡̢ ͢I̛͘ ̨͢m҉ȩ͘t҉ ͏̧y̧o҉̵u̸.̶̢̧ ̧͟͡W͟͟hèn̶ ̵Į̷ ͜͝t́҉r̸͜y̶̷ ͟͏t̶̸ó̕͡ sę̴e͝͞ ̨ą̷ń͟y̷t̶̢h҉įn̷͘g̕ ͠a͢b̷́́ou͞͝t̴ ̴̷y҉͝o͞ú̷,͘͜ ̸͟i̶͟͞t ̕i͟s̵͘ a͏s̴̀ t̶h̡͞ơ̢u͝g̷͠h̕͏ ҉Ì͞’̢m͡ ̷s͜q̵͝u҉̨į̕n͢t҉į̧͡n̷ǵ͠ ̢t͟hr̶o̴ug̛͡h̢̡ ͘fo̴g̢̨g͝ed҉̀ ̴g͡l̷a͢͡s̢҉s̨.̧̨ ̡̀I҉ ͘͝w̵o͞n̸̛d͢͝ę̛r w̡ḩ͢y҉̧ ́́͘th̕ą͡t̶͡ i҉s?̸̀
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“́T̕e͢l͝l͞ h͠ér͜,”̢ ̸s̨ays ̸M̴a̷ma̧ ̛o͢n ̸th̵e ̵d̡a͝y y̶o̡u̢ ͢b̶r͏ing͞ ͞h̷e͢r͏ to v̢i̷sit th͡em,̵ w͢at͞c҉h̶i̕ng her̛ ̡j̵aw f̧al҉ĺ ślack͟ a̛s͏ B͠aba sh́o̧w͜s he͟r ͞a̶roun̴d҉ th̵e ͘gard͡e̕n҉s҉ o̡f͜ ͏yóu̢r p̧aren̡͝͡t̴҉̴̸s̵͞’̡̢͞͠ ̀̕͡m̴a̵̸n̛̕͢͟o̴͝r͜͏҉̶͠.̢́͜͜͝ ̴͜͟G̨҉̸͝͏o͜͏̛͞͞o̴̵̡͜d̸̶̛̕ ́b̀ų̢͢͜͏s͏̴i̕͡͞n̷̨͘͟͟e̵͘s͢͝҉s̕҉ ̕͢͢͞҉p̴͘͢͟a̧͝y̶͝s͢͜͏̀̕ ̢̀̕͞g͏̴͜o͏̶̸́͏o͘͠d̡̧̧͢͢ ̵͠͠d̸̷̡͟͜i̸̢͢͠v̴́͢i̵̛͟͡͠d̀̀ę̢̨͞n̵̕d̨̕҉̛s͞,̵͘͟ ̷͘͝a̸̡̕͡͠n͜͏͘d͜ ̷̴̵̡͡t͘h͘͞e̢̛͟͏͘ f̓̓̃̍ǫ͗̑rm͐̉̉͑͞eͦ̂ͥ̾͢r̢̾͋̋̊̄ ͗lͧ́́̉͐́̌a̧n͌͒ͮ̀do̢w̍͋͋̍̑n̎ͪͬͯ̈͆̚e̓̄̿̇҉r͒͒ ̡̀̿ẘͥ͑̈͐́̚ĭ͆̃̍lͯͥ̈́́̄͘l ͤ̃ͫ͌ͫͩ͞bͪ͡e͂͢ ̨̛͟ş͘͝͞e͜͜r̨̨̛͡v̸̧̧͠i̧҉́̀͟n͏̧́͞g̡̢ ̶́ś̴̵e͟͏̛n̶t̛e̷͞ǹ̷̕ç̴é͜͞ ̨͝f̴̶̡͘o̢͟͟͝r̵̴̕͢͡ ̸͘͢v̢a̷͜r̶̡͠i҉̢̢҉͟ơ̢͘u҉̵͏̛͘s͢͜ ̕͟͟͞͞m͘ì̶̡́͡ś̷d̶̛͢e̴͞m͠͏e̛͝͞͝a̴̸̵͞͡ń̸̨̢o̕͘̕̕͠r̨ś̛́͜͜ ̕͝͝҉͢ǫ̸̧͘̕v҉̵̵̨e̷ŗ̴̷ ̷̧͜t͢͝h̀͘e҉͘ ̕҉̷҉c̵̢͘o̴̧͞͠͡ń̸̸́͘t̷͢͡͏̧i̶̵̸̧͘n͏̵̸̸̀é̸̴͡͞ǹ̡̢t͏͡ ̴̢̕f͜ǫ̡́́͜r̶̨̨̛ ̡͜t̸͏̸̛ḩ̀e̡̡҉ ̶̨̡͘ŕ͡͝e͘͟͠s͏̢t̛͡ ̧̡̧́̀o̴̴̢̢f̵̢̡͢͟ ̵̧͘͠h̵̴̴̴̨i͜͟͝s̷̶̨͟͠ ̷͜͡ļ̴̕i͏̛f̴̧́̕ȩ̀̀͘.̀҉҉̴
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̷̧L͏̷̧͘͠a̵̛͢͏t̵̶̵͞e͏̴͟͢r̴̡̛͏,̡͢͞͞ ͢͜ţ͘͢͞͡h̵̷́͠e͏͝҉̴ ̀҉͞f̷̸͏ò͜u̵͘r̨̀͢͠ ̡̕o̡͘f̧́̕͠͡ ̶͜͢͜͜ỳ̧̨҉̡ơ҉u̶̢̧̢͘ ̧́̕s̢̡҉̀͞i̶̧͢͜͢t̢́̕͏ ̶̨͢͞ą͘͜͞r̛͠҉͝ó̷u̸̡̢ņ̨d̛͏̕ ̷̀͟á ̷̡̨͡s҉̷̡̨͞ç̴̶̀̕ŗ̛a͢͡t̶͘ć̡͞͞ḩ̶͘͝e̴̶ḑ̕ ͡҉t̵̨͜͟a̴̸̡͜҉b̵̛̕͡l̛̕͜͜è̢͟͟͏ ̷̡̨͠i̷̧n̴̨͝ ͟͝҉͘t̷͠͞h̕҉͠e̴̢̛͞ ́́̀k̢͜͝i͢͠t̶̢̛̀ç̷͜͝h̸̴è̶n̴̸͞ ̢͏̴͢a̵̶̢̨͢ń̨ḑ͜ ̵̷͘͡͝f͜ǫ̧̢̡͝l̢̡͘͢͝d̛ ̴͡d̀̕̕̕͟ú͝m̢͏̢p͠҉̵l͟͝͏̀i͜͜͞n̷͏̢͢g͠҉͏̛s̴͘ ̢̕f͢͡҉o̴͟r͏̷ ̨̕͞d͘̕͡͡i̧̕̕͝͡n̕͢n̸̛e̶̴͟͝ŗ͡.̴̴̨ ̸͜͜Y̴ó͘͝u͠҉ ̢è͘a͟͡҉ţ̴̀̕ ̷́͢k̡̛͜n͡͠e̵̛͘͢ę̶̀͜͢ ̴́͢͜͏t̷҉̧͞o̴̸ ҉̕͟k̢̨͘͠n̡͠é̛͜͝e̡̢ ̸̧͜į̴̵̀n̸͟͢͟s̵̡͠͝t̨͜é̶a̶̷d̕͢͞ ̵͟͝͞o̵̸͞f̷̷ ̴̵c̶̀͟͞á͠r̡̛̀r̷ý̵̴̶i̸̕͘͟ǹ͝҉͡g͝҉̵͠ ̴̨p̛̕͏̵͠l̡̛a̵̢͟͠͡t̀͜͢͏e̵͘s͏͢͢͢͏ ̢̕͞t̶͘͝͞o͢҉̷̨̀ ̕͟͞t̸̶͟͡h̷̷̶͘e̷̛ ͞͏̷d̛͟r̸̨̡͠á̕҉̴f̵̨̕͡ţ̶̷̶ỳ̧̛̕͞ ̵͝d҉̷í̢͞҉n̵̡i̸̵͘͜n̡̨͟҉͠g̡̢̀͘ ҉h̢͟͢ą̢̕͢͠l̷̡͝͝l̸̴͘.҉̵҉̢͠ ̸͞͞͞Ǹ̷̷̨i̸̢̡҉a̵̕m̷̧̀͠h̢̕ ̀͡͠ṕ̵͠҉̀ǫ̛́͜į̸ņ̴̵́t̶̴̢s̵͠ ̨̀͞o̴̧̕ú̵̴̧͡t̴͏̷̀͢ ͏͘͏t͏̶̡͝h́á̧t̀͠ ̧͠h̵͘e̴͘͘͞r̵͘͝ ̸̷̧̢͡d̸̨ứ͢͜m̢҉p҉̴̴̀l̷͠i̷̛̛͜n̴͘͘҉g͏́͜s̷͜ ͏̵͢ár̡͘ę̵ ̸҉͡t̀͢͜h̸͜ę̴͏̕ ̵̵̡͢s̷͜m͏a̧̢̕͢͞l̵̷̨̨l̷҉̢͞e̢̢͟͠ş̷̀͞t͡͠,̶̸̡̛͜ ̴̷̀̕͡b͞҉͏͘ư͢t͜͝ ̷̷̨t̴́h̶̢̨͜e̶͠y҉'̴͠͏r̷̶̷̸͜ę̷̡͘ ̷͢m̴̷͢͡͏ó͡͞r̸ę̴͘͡ ̛̀u̶̕͝͝n̶̨͘i̵͝͠f̶̧͜͟ó҉̸̨r͏͡͞m͡͏̀ ̀͠t̸̢͞͝͏h̢̕͘͠an̴ ͏y̶o̡ur̵s ̶and Mama͠ h́owl҉sw̶͗ͨ̾ͭ̎̓ͣ̾̕͡ĩ̢ͨt̶ͣͧ͑̈͛͝hͩ̏ͩ̋̿͐̈́̄͟͟ ͤ̎̂ͨͮ̂ͭ̓̕͢l̀́̉ͯa͌̂̈́͛͐̾̀͟͡u̸̅̓̄̑͆͋͆ͫ͠gͤ̂͐̒̀ͬ͜͝h̢̃ͮ͛t̢̡ͬ̽̈́ͦ̊eͫͬ͋҉r͘.̛ Yoư ̨f̶e̶e͘l̕ ͟l̀ig͞ḩt̴.̸ T̡o͜o͢ mućh̡ ̕j̕oy ̛is ͟as da͘n̨ge̕r̨o̴us ͟àn͜ ̸emo͞ti͜o͜n̕ as any͘ ̶o̸t͡h̕e̛r͏, ̀bu̸t ̢th̛e ̵m̨a͘n͡ơr̨ ̕fe͠els͠ ̴m͏ore͞ ̶li͘k̕e̷ ̀a͟ hoḿe͜ ͘th̡a̛n͏ it͢ ev̸ér h̨as t͜ó y̸ou̧ ̛be̕for͞e.̷
“Tell ͢her.͠” Ba̕ba kis͝ses ̡y̢o̷ư o͝n ̨the҉ ̷for͟e̶he͠ad ̴ańd̢ ̶t̷úc̶ks̴ ͝y̴our͘ m̶̢̕͢͝e҉s͜͡s̶̵͢͜y̶͏ ̵͝҉̕͝f̨̕͢r̵̨҉i̡̢͟ń͘͞҉g̨e͟͏ ̛͢͡͠͞b̨́e̷̢h̴͏i̢̛͠͡ǹ̶̛̛͡d́͝ ̸͢͞͏͡y͡͏̡͜͠o̢͘u̴͝r͜͢͞ ̸͘͢e̶̢̨͜͝a҉̢͢͠r̢̕͞.͏̀͏̶ ̵̸͘L͏̶̡̢i̷k̡e͝͞҉̕͞ ̕͜͡á̡̧͠l̛̕͝w̛a̶͢͞ý̵̨͟s͟͡,҉̡ ̴́͠t̸̀̕͝͡h̶̢̀e̡r̛è̴͝ ̸̨͡͠͏į͜͡s̀͜͠ ̸̧̢͜p̴͏͜ą͟͝i͘͏̨͠n̨̢ ̸͘͞ẃ̶̢͘͟ḩ́̀e̴͡͡n҉̴̧͝͠ ̵̢̀͡h̴̢̨͞ę ̷͞ļ͘o̶̧̧̕ơ͘͡҉k̕͢͡͞͝s̵̛̛ ̀҉a̶̧͠t̵͠͠ ̡̕͢y̵͏ơ̴u̷͟,̡̀͢͝ ̡b̨͜͏̵ư͜͏t͞͏̸̡ ̡̨͡i͏t̷̢̀͜͜ ҉̢̛ì̢̛͟s̵̴̢͟͡ ̛͠f̕͡l̢͢͟o̴͟͠o̡̕d̴̴̀̀͘e̡̢͠d̶̡̨̕͡ ̴̡͡͡͞á̀͘͢͡ẁ̸̀a̡̧̧̛͝ý̧ ̷̷́͟͡b̷̛͟y̛͟͠ ̀̀l̶̴̨͡o͘͜͜͡v̶̨́e̶̵͢.̴̧͘͝͝ ̸̨̢́͘“̴̸̨̕͟D̵͡ò̵̡͘͜n͜͜’̶͏̧t͏̴́͏ ҉̧̡͡b͢͞ŗ̵͡͠ę͞a̕͝͞k̷͘͠ ̶̴͢͜͠ḩ̛͟͠e̸̛͞ŗ̵̷̧̛ ̨͜͢h̵̸͡e͏̀͞͞a̵̶̕͠r̷̢̧͞t̴̛́,̢͢ ̷x̢́͞i̸̡̛͞a̸̡̢ơ ̧̨̕͜b̢͠ą͘̕͡o̶͜͜͠.̶̡ ̸̢Y̨͘͜͡o̸̢͘҉͜u̸͜’̷͞r̢̡̀͏e̷̡͡ ̸̕a̴̶͢͠ ̸̵̧̧T̷̸͞͡i͟a҉̵͡n̕͝,̷͡͏̴͜ ̡͏ŕe͞͡m̷e̢͢m͜͠b͏̀̕e̴̷r͘҉̀?̢̡̧̀͡ ͡Į̸̛̛͝t̕҉ ̧́̕͢w̡į̕͢͡l̡͞l̴̡҉̢҉ ̀͠҉̵b̡̢͟͡e͏́̕͟ ̷̛́̀o͏̛̛͟k̴̢͘͘a̧͠y̷͝.̢̢͘”̸̢́
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͘͠Y̵̸͟o̷҉́͡ù̶ ̢̡͘͘͜f̛́̕͟i҉̛̕͡͝ņ̴̴̡ḑ͠ ̨̨͏̷̷a̛͝ ҉͘͘͢p̸̢͘҉à̴̧í̸͘͠͞ŕ̸̴̡͠ ҉̵͝o͢͏͢͝f̀́͟͝ ̶͡r̸͘͝į͜͠n̕͞͡͠g̶̶͝͡҉s̨̕͞͏ ̴̵͘ì̢n͜ ͜҉ỳ̢͢͞o͏̀͘͘u҉̴͜ŕ ̷̡͢͢p̀͘o҉̴͘c̢҉̶̷͠ḱ̶҉͞é̸͜҉̧t҉ ̷̴̨̛͠o̢̨̡n̢͏ ̡̨t̨̨͘͝͝h̴͟͜҉̕ȩ̸̛̕͝ ̡͜͡͞w̸̧a̢ỳ̸̨̕ ̷̧́͝b̴̛҉͡a̢͢͠c̴҉ķ ̶̴ţ̨ó̷̀ ̧͜͞L̴̡̡͠o̧͏̶͏̷n̴d̵́͢͝o̡͘͜n͢͠.
͘͟͞͡T̵̶ḩ̷͏ȩr͏̷e̵͞͡҉͏'̸̷͡s̸̢̢ ̸̧̧͘̕s̶̴̨҉t̛͏̵̧í̸l͟͏̴̡͢ĺ̴̡͟͏ ̀͟͞t̨̀̕i̵̵̡̕͘m̡̡̀̕è̸҉͝͡.̷̧̧̀͡ ̨̀Y̢҉̵̧͏o̷͐͐ͣ̊ͣͭ̾͊ư̷͌ ̂ͪ̕w̧̢̛̎̐̔̍ͯ́̐̔ǫ̷̸ͪͭ͒ͧ̀͒ͥͮ͛ń̡ͮ͘͟’̢̽͂̀t̄ͭ̆ͮ͆̅̈́ͣ͏ ̸̍͐̋̒ͬͣ́͡ţ̄ͣ̎ͭ͜e̵̒̄͐̓͝l̷̎ͬ̈̈́ͦ̓́̑͢l̡ͥ̀ ̨ͯͦͨͪh̴̆̊̈́̀ẽͣ͑̈͐ͧ̾̓͘҉̕r̚̕͟͝,̈́ͧ̋̔̊̈́̇̐͡ ̅̍̊̇̃ͣ́̚n̊̈̅ͯ͞o̢͢t̶̵̷̵͝ ̴͝ý̀͟͞ę̸̕͡t̡҉̡̡.́͘ ̵̨͜H̸̡͏o҉̧̛͜w̢ ̴҉̢͠͞c͡͏̀͞o̧͞͏u̴̶̵̢l҉͜͞d̴̶̸̢ ̸̢y̕͜͠͠o̸̕u̵̡͠͡?̵̶́́͠ ̡́͏T̴̸͢͠͡h̡҉è̴̀͘r̢͘ę̨͝ ̨̕͝ą̷͘͜͜r̕҉̢e̸̕͜ ̷̕͜͢ş͢͠t̛͡a̴̴͝͡͝r̶̶͢͡s̡̡̛̛ ̷̨̢͘͠f͏̨͜͟á̴̡͘͘r̴̨͜͡͠ ́͢͡á́͞͝ņ̧̡̨̕ḑ̵͟ ̨̧͜͠b͘͟͢e̸̷̛̕y̶͏̀͜͝o͏̶̵͢ń̶͠͝҉d̵̢҉ ̷̵̶̀́a̵̛n̨͝͝y̷͟͞͞͝t͠͠h̷̢͘͞i̸̢̢͟ņ́g̴̡̛͢ ̶̷͡y̧͟͡ơ̡u̸̶̢͘͠ ̨̀͞͝ć̛͝o̵̴͟͝u̷̴͟l̢͏͢͢d́҉̛́ ̧̛͘͜é̵̴͠v̸̶̀̀͡ę̵́͡ŕ̸̷̕͠ ̶͠d̢͢͏̕r̶e̴̸͜͢ą̷m̴̨͜͢ ̷̡͜i͏̴͏n҉̢ ̧̛N̵̢͘͢͡i͘͝a͞͠͠m̵h̶̛͟͠’̵̧́s̶͜҉͡ ̕͜ş̕͘͜͠í̢̧ǵ̢͢h́́t̵̡͏,̴̛̛͜ ̕͟͜͝a̵̧̕n̛͏̶͟͠d̨̡͠ ͟҉̡͜͏ì̧t̨́͟͜ ̧̢͢͡i̸҉́ş͜ ̴͢͏́h̢́́̕ę̷̢́͜r̸͜͡ ̵̢u͘҉n̨̛͞ǵl͏̴̴͟o̕͡҉r̵̵͝i̵҉̴̴ơ̴̢̛u͢͞͠͠͡ş̷̨́͟ ̴̀͡͞b̵͟͞ư̶͠r̵̛̛d҉̴̴̀̕e̡̧ņ̷͝ ̷̡͏̕t̀̕͞ờ̡̕ ̨̢c̴̵̡͟ḩ̵̕͡á̧̨̧͘ś͟͠҉e̵ ̀͝t̴̴͘͟h͏e͘m̸̶ ̷̵̢͘͝t̀͘͟ó̢ ͘͘t̵́h͟͠e̶̛͡i̵͢҉r̶͢͞ ̨̧͜d̸̵̢̧e͢͡n̕҉͜o̷̸̧̨͞ư̴̷̶͠e͡҉̨̢ḿ̕͜͝e̶̢̢̧͡n̢͡t̴̀͜s҉͜.̀̕
One da̴̧͘͝ý̵̀ ̴͞s͡͏̴h̵͏̛e҉̸̛͠҉'͠҉̧͠l̶̡͞l͞҉̢́ ̴̨f̴͢i͟҉̕͢n̛͢͢͏d̵ ͝h̴̴̡̛e̡̛͟͠r̛͏̷̀͡ ̷͟͜a̢͘͝ń̡͢s͜͠͏̛w̧̛͞e҉̸r̕͟͢͡s̴̕͢͝,̶͠ ̡͏��á̸̴ ̨͜҉w͘͢͏à͘͢ý͝ ̶̸̷͞t̷̀͢͠o̧͝͠ ͏͏͏̕s͏͝a̸̡̢v̵͜e̴̷͠҉͘ ̸͡h̸̵͢e̢͢r̷͘ ̵̵͝͞h̶̢͜҉ò̴̢͝m̷͜e̴͢͡͡.҉̴ ͜͜M̡̢͏̨á̵̷̧̛y̴b҉̸̨͘ę́͝͞͡ ̸̨̡̕͟t҉̶h̨͝e̸͏͡҉n̢͏.̛̀̕͘ ̢̡͟Y̶͘o͘͢͝͝u͜҉’̕l̷҉̵l̶̷̡͘͟ ͏͘͢a̸̸̷͝s̛̀͡k͏̡́͢ ҉҉͏̡́ḩ͏͢e̢͟r̴͝ ̴̢͢t̨͡o͠͏ ̶͘͠͠g͢o҉͏̸ ̛͜ơ̵̢̛̛n̕͜ ͘a̕҉̶͝ ̴̡͜w̧à̵͞͡l̀͡k͏҉̛͞ ͏̷̕͝͞w҉̢̨͞i̛͏̴̧̡t̛́͢͞h̛̀͘͜ ̵̕y̸̢͘͝o̡͞u͜͡͠,̨́̕͡͞ ̶̧̡̛͢a͘͟͡ ̴͜͟͡l̛͏̢̀̕ǫ̷̕͠͡n̸͏̢̢g̸̢ ̷̢͘͝ó̕͜n̸̨̕҉̧e̷̴͜͠͏.̡́͏̧ ̨̧̕Y̸̛͠͠o҉̕ù̵̢̕'̴̷̷͞l̵̶̢͜l͝ ̸̨̡̕͟t҉̶a̕҉̶͝k͏̡́͢e̸͏͡҉ ̸̛h̶͘͡è̢̕r̷̡̨ ͝to t̡͢h̨͡e̸̡ ̸̷̵͟s̛̕͞͏̵t̀e̶͏͠ṕ̢̛̕p̶̡̛è̢͠͞s̵̡͜,͜͠ ̴̸̀͝f̷̡̧́i͘͟n̴͢҉̛ḑ̷ ͏̶́͝s̀͘o̸̡͘͡m̴͝͞è͢ ̡͠͠p̸͜͝l̢̀̕͡á̴͢͝c̡͘͘é̶͡ ̸͠͏w͏͘͘͜҉į͟t̛͟h̷́͜ ̵̷̶̡͠f̷̵͡į̸̵͠͏e̸̡ĺ̴͟͡͠ḑ̡̀͡s̶̸͜ ͡o̧̡̕̕f̛͏̶͘ ́f̨͝l̛͡à̷t̸̛͘ ̧̡́͘͝g̡̛͜ŗ̢̛͟҉à̷̶ś́s̀͞ ̶̴̀͝a͞҉͢ǹ̛d̡̀ ̶͜͞ŕ̕͜͢ǫ̶̢͝ç̕͢͠͠k̶̢ ̵̶̷̧́a҉̨̛͘ņd͢͏ ̶̨̨̀n̶̛ò̀͢͡͡ ̶̢e͟͏̡ń̴̡̀̕d̡͢ ̴̧̕t̨͜͠ǫ̷̡̢̢ ̀͝t͡h͢͢͟e͜҉͏́ ̶̧͟͡͞h̶̷͜͜͠o̵͝r҉̢̨̕i̵͠͞͏͞z̕o̸̢̧̢n͟͏;͞ ̨̡̡̕͘a̢̨̢͝ń̷̛͜y҉̢́̀͟ẃ̸̢͘h̶̀͟҉͞è̶͘͝͠r̴͞͝è ̸̸̢́͢y̧̨͘o̵̕ù̴̷̕͡ ̶̵̕̕c͏̧͞͡ǫ́͝͝u̷l̶̴̡͟d́͘͝ poi҉nt ̀an̷d͠ śay͟,̢ th͝e͏r͢e.̶ ͡T͠ḩa͠t'̢s̨ ̷whe̵re m̧y w҉o͏rļd҉ ̷e͡ndéd҉.
Äͯ̈͑ͩͦ̾ņ̶́̾͟d͒͠ ̂̉̐͠ş̡̈́ͮ̑ͧͣ̏͝h͐̅ͭͧͦ̓ͮ̐e̴͌̀'ͪ̑ͦͥ̿͋̎͟l̢̓̋̌̋͌̅̿̔̌l͑̒̉̕ ̇ͤ̏̈́̌̇̽͏l̨ͬͦͣ͌̈ͦͥā͒͂̈́ͭ̕͜uͩ̇̆g͛͋̍̓ͧ̆͐́͞h̴̴͗̇ͪ̆̉̀̃̐͡,͑ͦ͟͢͞ ̶̧ͧpr͢òb̛ab҉l̸y, ̶fon̷d ͘óf͜ your ̴dra̶m҉at͞ic̸s͢ aͭ̾͒ͩͩͭ̚s̶̢̐̈́͏ ̏̓͢a̢ͦͥ̍̑ͪl̢̛͑ͩ̾͂̎ͥͫ̓̓w͐ͧͮ҉͠aͦ̊͌̃͐̚y̽ͦͣͫ͑͏s̸̾̾ͨ͊ͭ͌.̢ͤ͒̈́̓͗ͩ̔ͪ̽ ̧̔̉͝S̃̅͗̍ḩ̑͆́ͥ̑ͣ̈́͢҉eͯ͢͢ ̍̄ͤͨ̃ͥ̾̓͡͡wͨͬ͐ͮ͒̓̈̆ǫͪ͛̓̇ͫͣ͟͡nͦ̋'͐͏͜͝t̿ͨ̅̌ͭ̐ ̧̈́̃̑̎ͦ̄͒͢t̢̾ͪͬ̑̀̕e̴̡͐́ͪ̈́͑̈̏ͫa̴̢̿̃̑͗̐̋͒͋s͊ͫ̌̾ͪͪ̅e̸͛͋͝ ̧́̀̕͠t̷̀͜͠h̸̢̢͜o̴̡͜͢u͜͜͝͏̡ģ̡͞͝h̵́́͝,̴̵ ̷́͜͠͠o̡͟͠n͞l͏͏y̷̨ ̛͠҉́s̶̕͠҉̶q̨̕͘͡͡u͟͝e҉̵҉̢e̵̸͝͏z̶̶̧e҉̴̢̀͝ ̴͟y̷̢̛͡o̶̧ứ̸͜ŕ̨͘̕͟ ͟͢h̸̡̧a̢̡͠n̡̧͟͟d̵̨̕͏̧,̡͡͝ ̧̛͘͝a͟ń̶̶̨̡d̢͡ ́͞͝t͝h̴̨͝a̢͝t̡̡̛͟͏ ͝͝a̷͏́͜l͟͠͠o̶҉n̨e̵̵͠͝ ̶̧͞ẃ̢ì̷̧̧̕l̸̛̀̕l̵̢̛ ̨̕҉̴̀g͝i̵̕͠v́e̸̛ ̷́͢͜͡y̶̷̵ơ̴̛͘͡u̷̴̶ ̷̨̛͟͞t̡͝h̡̛͟͞͏è̢́͡͡ ̨c̀ơ̷̢̢u͏̴̢r͜a̶̛̛g̵̵ę̷͜ ͟͏̀͘t̨̛̕ơ͟ ̶̛͘͟ķ̡͡è̵̵e̵̕͏p̸҉̷͘ ̷́͘g̷̢̀͘͝o̸͠i͘͟n̷̢̨̕g̶̨̀
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҉̴̶͟͡A̕n̸d̨̕͟͠͞ ̴̸̕͢͡ỳ̨͝͡ó̡͢͜u͘҉̀͡'̡͞ĺ̨l̵͡ ̸̡̨͡͡ç̢͘͟r̸̛͢͢ý̶̸̕͢,̧̕ ͏̀҉ḑ̨̕ó̶̕͞u̕͟b̧͘t̡͟l̕͞͝ę͝͠ş̧̧s̵̛̀l̶̕y̵̕͘͠,̧ ̡b̸̀o̴̧t̷̶͞h͟ ̵̷҉̴̀o̢̡͢͡f̧̡̢̕ ̡͟҉͡y̶̧o̷̸ú̷͘͢͠.̸̸̡ ̶Ş̴̀͜h̀͠͡e̸͏'̴l̶͟͠҉̨l̶̸̴̕͡ ̷̶͢͝h̴̴̷̨͝į̴͏ţ ̸ý̵̛ó̡͡ú̴͢͡r̡͜҉̸ ̶̧͞ś̸h̡̛͜o͘ų̴̀l̡̡̧͘͢d̢̀͝͏̧ę̸́͟͜ŗ̨͝s͏̷̧͢ ̷̕į̸͠͝n͞҉̵͟ ̵͞҉̡́ẃ̀͘e̴̢͟t҉̛҉ ̶̕s̵̶͜͢͡t̢̢͝r̵̷͝ȩ͘͢͠a̶͜k̶̀͢s̸̸͟͡͝ ̡̛͘͟͡ò̡́͟͢f́ ̸́r͜͢a̶̡͠͠͝g̨͟͠͡e͟҉͏ ̴͟͡a̵̢̧͢͡n̴̡͠͡d̀̕ ͠҉̷̀͟a͞͠s͏̀͘k̷̢̨̀͜,҉̛ ̵҉w̵͞h̛́͘͜y̶̡͞?͢͏ ̶̸̶̵W̧͘͢͝h҉̸ỳ̧̧͢ ҉̨d̷͢i̧̛͢d̶̕n҉̢́͟͡’̡҉̡͜ţ́ ́̀͡͏y͢͡͏ǫ̧͞ú̕͡҉͏ ̸̵̵̴͢t̸̴͟͡͡e̵͜͠ĺ̨҉̵͘ĺ̢͡҉̛ ̡͢͠͝͏m̧͘è̸҉̡?̡́̕͜͝
Ý͏͢҉͟ǫ҉̵̨u̴̡̧͝ ͠͞w̵̢̨҉͞ó͜n̕͠’̵҉̡͞t̨̛͢͝ ̶̧̨́͢m̷̀͝i̷͘͞n͏͝d́͟͢.҉̶͘͢ ̷̡͜͟͝À̶͏́ś̷̵̵͘ ̵̷̛͜l͢͞o̢n̴̶̶͟g̴̛͞ ̢͝a̴̢s̶̡͜͠ ̸̴͡y̡̛͞͡ơ̷̕͟͟ù̸ ҉̡͜c̡̕a̵̢̡͟n͘ ̴̧͡͝w͏͏͟͝i̴̴̛p̸͘͜è̸̢͘ ̸̴̶̴͟t̸̢h̷͠e͝҉̷̡ ̶͜҉̶͢t̸́҉̕è̶̵͟͡a̸͘͞r̢̨͢͠ś̡̨ ̸̢͘͢f̷̶r͏͜͠҉o͞͡m̡̀̕͝ ̸̕̕͡҉ḩ͘͏҉̴è̕҉̵r̸͏ ̨́͡f͏̢͢͜a̸̧͞҉̡c̢͢͡ȩ̸̢.̷̶̨̧̛ ̀́̕͠A͏̷͜s̨͠ ͢͝ļ͏̴͝o̶̧n̵̨̨̕g̛̀͢͝ ̴́̀͠á̷̀͟s̨͏̧́͜ ̛́͘y̸̡͠҉ǫ͏̶͟҉ų̀͢ ҉̀͏͢͟c̸̕à̵͘͡͝ņ̢̛͞͞ ҉̀̕͘҉f̡́į͏̕͞n͏͟à́͜͞ĺ̵̴̢l̵̢̡͘͠y̴̡̧ ̷̸̢̡t̨͏e͢͝l̶͝͞ĺ̷́͜͏ ̷̢̡̀͘h͏̨̡̀͜e̴҉̷̨͡r̵̡̕͟ ҉̧͢͞e͟͡v҉̀͝e̴̕r̷̀́͞ý͢͝t̸̛͟͟͏h̶̢i͜҉̨͡҉n̨͟ǵ̛́͘ ̷̧̛́͞y̕o̸̧̡͠͝u̷͏’̸̧̢̀͝v̀̕͜͠e̴͟͏͞ ̷̧̡̢b̵̴̧͟ȩ̴͞҉ȩ̨̡͞͝ń̸̨͘ ̢͘͞h͢o̴̷̷͢ĺ̵̛d̶̛͠į̴̷̕n̸͢͞͞҉ǵ͜͜ ̨b̴͡͏͞â̧̨ͭͭ̽ͪ̓̔ͧ̿̍ͩͭc̴͂̾̇ͧ̃̂̐̌ͤ̍̀ķ̴͋̽͆́ͭ͒ͬ̎ͤ͗ͪ͑ͩ̓͢;̴̐̒̽̓̍̽̌̔̌̀̚͟͜͡ ̊̑̈́̀̏ͣ̄̔ͦ̂ͭͮ̐ͤ̏̉ͫ̎҉̸̧͠tͤ̔ͤ̍̄̏͒̍ͥ̏́͐̃̽͘͘͟h̀̽͗̌͘͏̨͟a̾̌ͬͬͤ̍̇͆̌͘͟͞t̛̐̀͗̓̐̀́̄̈́̊̈́͗̃̓ͤͣ̀̕͏͜ ̵̡͐ͧ͌̎̔ͭ̎͑ͯ̇ͭͧ̇͘͟s̸̢͌̇̓̄͂̏͂̀͞͡h̸̢̡ͥ͋ͫ́̓̓͂͋ͪ̓ͨ̀̉̒͊ͫ̍̀͟e̸ͫ̔̈̓̄̀͟ ̷̵̢̆͆̓̍̽́̉̓̂̽̌̂ͥ̓̿ͬ͋ͮ͟͠i͌͊͋̋̔̐ͮ͌̈́ͥ͊҉̷̧̀ş̷̛͊̾͑̋͊̇ͬ̆ͪ͝ ̡͊ͮͩ͊ͥ̎͂̔̒ͮ͂̀́̕ţ̷̢̡̇ͬ͐ͬͦͫ̄̎ͩ͂̈́͐͟ǫ̆̽̌̔́̊̂̕͘͞͞o̿̊ͩ̉̏͌ͤ̾ͭͭ͗͆͊͛͘͢͝ ͐̉͆͋̓̑ͯͧ̇͐̈́ͫͣͩ͘͘͝c̷̢̨̔͊̀͋̿̈́̋̒͋̅ͫ͢l̛ͣ͊̏̒̏ͪͧͧͤ̎͌̾̆̕ę̶͐͛́̽͒̍͂̎̏ͩ̆͒̏̋͢͝v̶̶̨̈̈́̑̉̌ͦe̵̋ͣͧͬ͒̂ͤ̒͋̑̾ͧ͐ͫ̇҉r̸̷̴̓͐̾ͥ̋̓ͥ͒̇̏ ̵̴̆̓ͬ̓̌̓ͬͧ́b̛̐̓ͫͩ́͟͜͡y̢͆̍ͮͮͩ̒͜͡͝ ̂̌ͯ̐ͨ͂͐ͫ͏͏̴͠͝f̴̧̨̉ͧ̍̿̐́͞a̵̛ͫͥͤ͊͆̒̀͟r̴̨ͩͦ̃͘͢͠,̵̡ͪͫͧ̀͘͠ ̢͌̃͊̉ͫ̍̽ͦ́ą̴̒̈́ͦ̓̏̄̃ͦ̾̔ͪ̓̐̐̏̀n͂̏ͭ̎͊̓̉̒ͯ̊̉ͣ͌ͭ̂̾҉̛͢͠d̴̍ͫ͗͢͠ ̾̍̅͆͗́̿ͥ̐̂ͣͥͪ̒͏̴̀͟s͛͐͌̎̈́͆͒ͣ̽͌̿̇͂͂̑̆҉̴̷ȯ̧̒̇̕m̔͗̒ͣ̅̂͊̍ͪ̄͐͏̡̀́́e̵ͦ͒̎͋͛ͣ͆́̚̚͜͜͠tͭ̅̾̄͛͑̒ͦ̔ͨ͗̾ͦ̐̏͛͆͘͢i̾̔̀̒̓́͏͘͏́mͪ̓̾̂ͨ͆̊ͣ̋̽̃̏ͪ̚͏̨̧̀e̵̷̢̾̽͊̔͘҉ş͒̈́ͯ̔̋͊ͪͧ ̍ͪ̄͌̆͑̀͂ͯ̄̿ͨ̔́̊͛̕ą͐̄̒̎̓̒͛̌͝s̀͝҉̢ ̴͘͜͠c͏͟r̵̡̀͢͞u̶̴͜͢͞e̴l̢͟ ͏̶̧̢͘a͏̴̕s͘҉̀̕̕ ̷͝͞͡t͞͏h̀͟e̕͏̀ ̶̡́̕͏h͡҉̛o̵̢l̵͠é̀s̛ ̵̡̕͝i̶͞n̷̨ ̨̧͘̕͡h͠͠e̶̵r҉͜͟͟ ̷̨͜͟͟f̧̨̕a̸͢͝c҉̴̴̸è͘͟͝,̶҉̧͘ ͠҉a̷̵̢̢̛n̸͘͞d͏͏ ̴́k͏̴̧i͏̡̀͜n͡͏̢d҉̧̕̕e͟͞͠͝r͜͟ ̴̨̛̛͜t̨h̶̶̡̨a̴͜n̡ ͝҉̵̧a̡͟ń͡ý͞͞͠͠o̷̢͠n̸̢͝e̵̡͢͞ ͘҉͜͜y̴ó̕͢͢u̶̕͏'̶̀̕͞͡v̢͢͞ę̸̛̛͟ ̨̛͢͡͞e͘͡͏v̵̛͜e̴͡r̸̶̕͝ ̢͢͡m̛̕҉͠҉e͟͟ţ͏͏͞.̛̕͟ ̶͜͝
̢̀̕͠͠
T͞ha͢t s̡he is͜ ̕som̀ȩo̡n͏e̵ ̸w͘ho ͟de͞sèrv͡es̷ ͢peac͘e.Sǫm̕eón̷e ̀y͠ou̢ ͠wa͟nte͘d ͘to give ͜peac̀e to. Someo͟ne̵ ͡wh͏o͟ ͝g̸ave ̶yo͘u̷ peàce͞.
̵͘͟҉
҉À̵͘͝n̢̅ͮ͋̌͘̕̕͠ḑͩͧ̀ͦ̄͋ͥ̊̍ͣ͛̎́́̀͢…͂͗̓ͣ͑͊͊ͧ̈́͆ͧ͆ͬ̓ͣ̒̂̽ͨ͟͡ ̨̆ͣ̽́͐̍ͯ͘͡a͒ͦ͊́̄ͭͯ́ͩ͛͑͋ͩ̉̍̑̚͜n̨̨̢ͨ͑̎͂ḑ̷ͫ̓̌͆̆̂̉̉̏̾́͡ ̵̛ͫͭͫͯͧ͗̾ͣ͗ͨ̅̏ͤ͡t̡͂̽͒̍͒̄͂̆̔ͮ͆́͘͡h̴̡̅̄̈́̽ͣ͗ͩ̚͘a̵̢̡̛̿͊ͪͫͮͣ͛ͨͧ͗̉͘tͤ͒ͨ̉ͨͫ͂͏͘ ͌̈́ͥͫ̈ͪͤͫ̇͒̂̋̚͜y̨̛ͤ̑ͥ͛̃͘͟͞o̧ͤ͋͒̏͐̓̒̀̀̚͢u̶̅ͮ̏͋ͤ̉̀̂̂̌͘͠ ͐̈̇ͨ͊͏h̡ͩ̍ͧͯ̀̏͋͂̇̈́̉̽ͣ̌͌́̂ͣ͌͝o̧͒̾̃͌̈́́ͣ̏̑͋͂͢͠p͊̑̊̿͂͌͋ͨ̏͒̇̒̅͡͝e̵̷̢̛̽͌̍͐͆͢ ̷̨̂̽̄͌ͭͭ̈́ͧ͛͗̚͏͘s̉̃ͨ̑̿̓̆̽̾̃͐̊̀͡hͥͥͩͬͪͣ̆͒ͨ̀̐̆͏̷̧̀͘e̶̶ ̡́͝w͜͠í̴͠l҉̸̵̡͜ĺ̨͏ ̶̡͟͢s̶̵e̡e͘͟ ̧҉̀y̡͘ó̷̶͘u͘ ҉̨͜o̸҉̀̕f̴̷̛͝f̧́͢҉ ҉̴̶̛͠w̧͟͏į͢͝t͏̧͘h̵̢ ̕̕͢͠ą ̸̛s̕͏͡m̨҉̕͠í̴̧̨̀l̵è͟͞҉͏.̸̛̕͢ ̴̛L̨͞͝ę̷͟t҉͜͢͢͝ ̡̨͜͠͞t̨͟͡h͘e̴̕͜ ̢̕҉͝t̶͞h̵́͘͝i̕͟͟͢͞ǹ͡g҉͠͞͏́ ̢̢͝ý̴̀o̢̢͢͞͏u̸̸̴̧̧ ̷b̧̨͠͞e̸͝͠͞͞c̷̨̕͡o̷̴m̸̕é̸͘͢͢ ̵͢f͝҉͢͢͝l̢͡y̶̸̨͝ ̛͞a҉͜w̛͟͞a̵͏͏͜ý͠҉,̵͘͟ ̷̸a͘҉n͏̢̢̀͘d̢̢͘ ̛҉҉l҉͠i̶̢̢͘v̸́͡e̕͞ ̶ẁe̸͡l͠͝͏̷l̸̨̛͠ ̵̧w̵̨͘͢i̷̡̧t̷͜͞͠h̸̷͜͠ó̶͜͝͠u̶̕҉t҉̸͢ ͏̵y͡o͡͏͘u̧̨͘.͞҉̢
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̵I̸͟f̷̡ ̷̢̕s͘͢h͜͏͠ę̢͜ ́̀͝͞͡c͢҉̛o̵̢͘͟͟u͞l̶̛d̶̀ just ̧҉̕l͏͡į̷͘͞v̷̡͠è̡̕ ̛͟͢w͘͢͝e̴̡͜͜l͝l͢͠͏̕…̴̵̢̢
̡̨̢
̴̷̡̛́Y̷̕̕͏o̶̡͜ù̸͟͜ ͏̷̡t̀͘͝͡à̶̶̕k͏̵̴͝e͝ ̧̡͏́a̵̧ ̵̀͜͠t̨̡͘ŕ̢é͜͟͟͏ḿ̸̴b̶̸̛̛͜l̷̛ì̕͟҉̴n͞͠g̶̀̕͡͡ ̨̨b̷̡̕r̸e͘͠á̸̴̢́t̴̕͢͞ḩ̨͘̕͟.̡͘͢͠͡
T̸̡͞͝h̕͞e̴͢҉̶͡r̢͢ę҉̛̕'͡s̵̡ ̨͠s̀̕t̶̶́̕͡í̕l̴͏l̷̴ ̢̕t̀͢͟͠i̶̧̕͝͞m̛̕e̵̢.̢̕͘͠͠ ͢͜͞N̶̷e̴̢͘̕į̡ţ̶̢h̸͟͜e͏̨r̢̢̡͘͞ ̶̛͘o͟͞͝f̴̢̨͞ ̡͡͏̢y̴͘͢͡͡o̶̶͢͡u̕ ҉҉a̷͠͡ŕ̡̕͝e̡͘͜ ͜͟g̸͘o͡i̴̛͝n̴͟g̨͢͟͝ ̵̧́t͏̧̡̡͞ǫ̕͢͞ ̵̧͜d̵̡̧i҉́ę͟͞.̵̴̢̛͠ ̨̨́̀͘N̴̡͘͜҉ó͘͞t̛̛ ̵̢̧́n̶̸̵̡͡ǫ͢͠͠҉w͜͡,̡͘͘͢ ̷҉ń̕͞o̡͝҉t̵̷̢̛͡ ̢͝e̸̡͘͞v͜͡e̴̡͘r͏̶́҉ ͟͏҉͠i̷̧f̵̶ ͏͞͏y̢͞o̶̶̸҉͜u̴̵͢ ̵̕͜҉c̶̸̀͞a҉̶̀ń͘̕̕͢ ̛́͘̕͜h̷̵́e̢͟͠l͘p͘͟͢ ͢i͏̧t̡͢͝͝͡.̷͢͏҉ ̸͢M̸͟͠͡a̧͟͢͢ņ̴̨̕y͏̵̴̕͟ ̷̡̡w̸o͝҉ứ̧ļ̛d͏̸̢̛͘ ̸̨̢͜ş̕͠a̷͟y͝͞ ̸͜t̢̛́͘h͜͟à̶̴̛̕t̕͘͟͝’̶̛́͘s̷͝ ̷̛͟͞i̴͟m̴̨p̶̧͜͜ơ̧s̴̛s̸̸͢͟͡í̷̢͝b̷l̷ȩ̧̕͟͡,̢̕͘͜͝ ̴͡b҉͏ư̴t͏̢͢ ̴̕͢͡͏ņ̛͝͏ó̡́͘͏n̷̢̎͂͐ͫ͂͗ͨ̾ͪ̃͒͐͆̓̐ͪ͛̿̓͘͝ë̴́̄ͦͪ̅̑͊ͯ͛͌̈͡͏̸ ̂͛ͣ̎̉̐͗̅̉̉̓̚̚͘͝ò̵̧̒ͤ̌͂ͬf̐̈͆̽̑̃ͯ̆̉̆̓ͣͮ̃͌̓ͥ̈́̉̀̀ ̛̈ͩͯ̒͌͒ͦ͜ţ̵̾ͮ̔͊̕͢h̨̃́̽ͯ̋́͡ę͊ͪͭ̊ͦ̔́̀̀m̵̧ͣ͊̽͊ͨ̒̽ͩ̊̑̀͋̕͢҉ ̡̢̨ͪ̽̃̍̓͐̅ͬ̏̈́̃ͥ̔҉k̵̷̴̍͐ͥ̂̓͞n̢͋͐̌ͭͦ̄ͧ̌̈͗̂̃ͪͣ̈͜͡͠o̴ͫ̂̐̄͑̽͡҉҉w̸̡̌ͮ̇̋ͮͧ͌̅̉͞͡,̶̡ͭ̈̈́̎͊̂̃̏̋̑ͬ̑ͤͪ͋ͬͤͫ̚͏ ̶ͯ̒̇ͯͥ̽ͣͫ̓̑̅ͬͤ̄͜͝͝͡d̶̵̵ͪ̍ͣͧͥ̂̎ͪͣ̚͡o̴̷̒̀ͥͨ̽̿̀ͪͬ̍͗͗ͫ̇̈́̈́̀̚ ́̕t̨̕͢͝͝h̴̴̢́͠è̡͢ỳ̴͟͞?͟҉͟͞ ͟҉͏
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̶͟Y̶̶̢͡ò̧ù̵̷͏̸ŕ̵̵͢ ̧͜n̸̢̕a̢̧͢͏m̡̕͢͝͝è̶̕͟͡ ̛͡i̶̶̸̸̡ş ̵̡̛̕͘T͏͟͏i̴̴̧͏̵a̧̨͜͏̀n̸̷̡͞ ̴̢̧͜X͞͡͏í̶҉͢a͏͠͞o҉̧l̷̵͜͟ò҉̷͝n̶̶̴̡͡g̛.̶̨͠ ͟҉̶̀̕H̴͟e̡̡̛͝a̧͘v̨͏e͏͘͢͡n̶̛͞ ̵̷p̸͞a̧͢r҉̴̢̕͞t͝͏͟s̶̨̕ ̸̢͝͞f̶̴͘͠͠o̧͏̴r̷ ͏̷y͝͝ó͞u̶̕͜.͢͏̵
Yͬ̎ͩ͋̇o͑͐̐͐̚u̎͂ͦ̏͗̿͊ ͬ͛͌ͮ͂̉̾̎͛̍ͣͭ͆̓̚r̽͒͋ͭ̋͐̐̏̍̇̚e̓͂ͫͭ̽̾̀ͦ͐̀̂̽ͥ̈̂̒͑̚cͮ̌́̾̑͛̂̌ͦ̏ͧ̚eͮ̃̅̇ͤ̆̓ͬͬ͒ͬ̅ͯ͑͌̄̂͋̚i̇̈́ͬͣ̈͌͛ͥ̌vͤ́̇̾ͣ͛̎ͮ̌ͤ̿ͭͯ̑̒ͫ̚e̿ͤ̃̆ͭ͛ͥ̓̈ͨͤ̄̓ͮ͆͑͐ ͂͋ͩͥͥͩ͊̌̊̚aͫͥ͛̑͑nͭͭ̓̅̌ͤͩͯ̋̑̌̑ͯ͑̈͌ ͮ̄́ͪͮ͂͐̑͐͊ͭ͗̚i͛ͨ͌͒ͯͬ̾nͧ̊͒͊vͧ̉ͤ̐͆̌ͥ̄i̾͂͋̄̂͊̃̚t͆̀̅̀̄ͮ̔̈̽̾͌̒͌̊ͩ̊ͮ̈ͨaͨ̽͆͋ͤ̅̄̿͆ͨ̄ͤ̂ͦ̚t̎ͫ̃̒̈͋̓̓͆̋ͬ͑̂̂̍ͫ̆̒̌iͬ̅͒͛̍ͪ̓͆̚o̐ͫ̋̆̒ͣ̈́̅ͩ̿̓̈̃͐n͌̏̍̌̍̍͐ͩ̀̽̈̀.ͮͦ̄͋̅̒̆ͯͫ̌̄̑̌ͮ
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manekinoodle · 2 years ago
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imagine the obnoxious barking you hear in suburbia but instead of dogs wishing they were being walked it's just a bunch of dogheads a bit too into the larping
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briarheart · 2 years ago
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20 minute doghead study!
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eclipse42logo · a year ago
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Bulldog logo. Bulldog logo for sale. Logo is created with lines forming a bulldog head logo in brown color.
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berserkmutual · 2 years ago
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“We will make it up Doghead Tower. Kill Doghead. Make this city ours. So dude ... Don’t you worry about a thing! This will be easy!”.
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teabrodraws · 2 years ago
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final one, these were really fun!!
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