Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
"Yes Chef!" They say and disappear.
Felix walks toward the brute, fearless and listless in equal measure. "I wouldn't say such things if I were you." He brandishes William's knife in one hand, now enchanted to heck and as seasoned as a cast-iron pan.
"Because of the curse that the friggin little ferret put on me, I can't access my demiplane." She groans.
“Oh. Sorry. I mean, do you have any other attire in this world? If not, I’m sure I can get you something else if you deem it necessary.”
"Yes, please." She said, drinking the water.
“Gotcha.” Riotan peels a strip of silk from his arm, which he unfolds (somehow) into the exact clothes she described.
Stroth smiles and hugs him, still somewhat hung over "Thank yoooou."
He hugs her back, grinning and handing her the apparel. “How about I make sure you don’t do anything that sober you would regret?”
"Baaaah, I wouldn't do anything." She huffs and changes, not seeming to care if he is there.
He obligingly uses his abyssal powers to set a veil of eternal darkness around her until she’s done.
She appears, dressed in a black suit and yellow sweater. "There, lovely non?"
“You look real nice.” He says earnestly.
She blinks "Is this what flirting is? I was talking to someone today who thought I was flirting but I didn't understand what he was talking about." She rolls her eyes "Emotions are so stupid."
“Yeah they don’t make sense. That wasn’t flirting anyway, it was just an observation.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She pats his back and smiles down at him, leaving a small smooch on his forehead. Nothing more than a friendly gesture. "I know what its like to be an outcast, Felix."
"I come from one of the most powerful families in Honkachu. I was trained by some of the bravest and most talented chefs out there. And I'm not good enough. They'd rather eat a moldy handpie from a (GP)ing 'mom-and-pop bake shop' run by a million gold corporations that runs on sweat shops, when I risked my life to get them this fermented basilisk balut!"
"I'd be willing to try your food again, Felix.."
He looks up at her. "Alright, but don't stop me. You're from the Feywild, right?"
Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
"Yes Chef!" They say and disappear.
Felix walks toward the brute, fearless and listless in equal measure. "I wouldn't say such things if I were you." He brandishes William's knife in one hand, now enchanted to heck and as seasoned as a cast-iron pan.
It turns around, eyes laser focused on Felix "Ah, you. You smell of him." He said, his voice deep. He walks over, his footsteps heavy. "I could smell it from Purgatory... The smell of flesh and wood burning. I knew they had finally chased him off." He snarls.
Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
"Yes Chef!" They say and disappear.
* o o f *
The Larry is heading to the Red Plate anyway, to try and find the corpse pit.
One of the shadows grabs him by the arm (The Shadow acts as a Dimensional Shackles when touching someone.) He hears a deep chuckle as the man walks over, his footsteps heavy "So... You're the one who chased off the owner. I smelled it from Purgatory, the smoke. The smell of burning flesh."
They don’t display emotion, but it’s clear that they are unfazed.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Because of the curse that the friggin little ferret put on me, I can't access my demiplane." She groans.
“Oh. Sorry. I mean, do you have any other attire in this world? If not, I’m sure I can get you something else if you deem it necessary.”
"Yes, please." She said, drinking the water.
“Gotcha.” Riotan peels a strip of silk from his arm, which he unfolds (somehow) into the exact clothes she described.
Stroth smiles and hugs him, still somewhat hung over "Thank yoooou."
He hugs her back, grinning and handing her the apparel. “How about I make sure you don’t do anything that sober you would regret?”
"Baaaah, I wouldn't do anything." She huffs and changes, not seeming to care if he is there.
He obligingly uses his abyssal powers to set a veil of eternal darkness around her until she’s done.
She appears, dressed in a black suit and yellow sweater. "There, lovely non?"
“You look real nice.” He says earnestly.
She blinks "Is this what flirting is? I was talking to someone today who thought I was flirting but I didn't understand what he was talking about." She rolls her eyes "Emotions are so stupid."
“Yeah they don’t make sense. That wasn’t flirting anyway, it was just an observation.”
She gives a thumbs up "I apparently need to 'learn' them." She shrugs.
Felix walks toward the brute, fearless and listless in equal measure. "I wouldn't say such things if I were you." He brandishes William's knife in one hand, now enchanted to heck and as seasoned as a cast-iron pan.
It turns around, eyes laser focused on Felix "Ah, you. You smell of him." He said, his voice deep. He walks over, his footsteps heavy. "I could smell it from Purgatory... The smell of flesh and wood burning. I knew they had finally chased him off." He snarls.
*Note: Felix has gained Blindsight out to 30ft, as well as some other traits.*
He looks up. "Yup. You his brother? You talk a lot like him."
“Oh my god. This is insane. Do you have any name ideas? Do you have any information about it at all? Tabaxi gestation takes eight months, but I don’t know exactly how long it might take for you guys…” Mauric seems super excited about this.
“I barely learned about it today, I don’t know how to feel other than incredibly anxious. I might be deflecting with preparing for your wedding. I don’t know what to do now that I’ve processed it.” He says gaining a distant stare in his eyes “I think I might be more scared of this than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Well I can be sure you’ll do great. And if you try and walk out on your kid and your girlfriend, I’ll cut out your spine.” He says cheerfully.
“If I walk out on both of them I’ll end up getting myself smited.” He says sitting on the table outside of the tavern “I really might be afraid, but I will never betray them. Not this time.” He suddenly gets a thousand yard stare.
“…this time?” Mauric asks quietly.
He shakes his head to clear the stare “Not the time, will you be the godfather if I die?”
“Of course, man. I got you.”
“Thank you Mauric, because one of these times I might die and not get back up.”
“Well I’m sure there’s a few people around here who can resurrect you, right?” He smiles hopefully. “Also… why did you eat that god heart to begin with?”
“My soul was broken, and because it was broken I was destined to die in a year. Maybe it was supposed to fix it, and maybe it did, but now I don’t know if it’s better now.” He says shaking his head “It doesn’t matter, everything is fine, I will be fine.”
“I’d think that would kill any mortal… maybe you’re something else? But something that’s… ‘incompatible’ with godly stuff, so to speak?”
He stops for a second “That… might be true, but I don’t know to do about it. It doesn’t matter now, gods couldn’t kill me, devils couldn’t kill me, if I die you’ll live for me.” He says, drinking his mug down and getting another.
“I don’t think you’ll die. Everything has a solution. But if you do, I’ll help take care of your kid. And if Nick and I can get married, we’ll both help!” He says hopefully.
*knowing how he and nick eventually turn out is so heartbreaking*
“When you get married I’ll be there, and when my kid is born you’ll be there.” He claps him on the back with a smile “Nothing wrong will happen when it comes to that, best friends to the end you and me.”
Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
"Yes Chef!" They say and disappear.
* o o f *
The Larry is heading to the Red Plate anyway, to try and find the corpse pit.
One of the shadows grabs him by the arm (The Shadow acts as a Dimensional Shackles when touching someone.) He hears a deep chuckle as the man walks over, his footsteps heavy "So... You're the one who chased off the owner. I smelled it from Purgatory, the smoke. The smell of burning flesh."
They don’t display emotion, but it’s clear that they are unfazed.
"Hm... Krill, Prawn, Shrimp... Prawn cocktail with paprika, hellshire peppers, and yak cheese." It mumurs "I suggest you tell me as to why you decided to chase off my best customer from a business he built up from the ground."
Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
"Yes Chef!" They say and disappear.
* o o f *
The Larry is heading to the Red Plate anyway, to try and find the corpse pit.
One of the shadows grabs him by the arm (The Shadow acts as a Dimensional Shackles when touching someone.) He hears a deep chuckle as the man walks over, his footsteps heavy "So... You're the one who chased off the owner. I smelled it from Purgatory, the smoke. The smell of burning flesh."
They don’t display emotion, but it’s clear that they are unfazed.
"Hm... Krill, Prawn, Shrimp... Prawn cocktail with paprika, hellshire peppers, and yak cheese." It mumurs "I suggest you tell me as to why you decided to chase off my best customer from a business he built up from the ground."
He murdered dozens. We are here to make sure justice is not absent.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh my god. This is insane. Do you have any name ideas? Do you have any information about it at all? Tabaxi gestation takes eight months, but I don’t know exactly how long it might take for you guys…” Mauric seems super excited about this.
“I barely learned about it today, I don’t know how to feel other than incredibly anxious. I might be deflecting with preparing for your wedding. I don’t know what to do now that I’ve processed it.” He says gaining a distant stare in his eyes “I think I might be more scared of this than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Well I can be sure you’ll do great. And if you try and walk out on your kid and your girlfriend, I’ll cut out your spine.” He says cheerfully.
“If I walk out on both of them I’ll end up getting myself smited.” He says sitting on the table outside of the tavern “I really might be afraid, but I will never betray them. Not this time.” He suddenly gets a thousand yard stare.
“…this time?” Mauric asks quietly.
He shakes his head to clear the stare “Not the time, will you be the godfather if I die?”
“Of course, man. I got you.”
“Thank you Mauric, because one of these times I might die and not get back up.”
“Well I’m sure there’s a few people around here who can resurrect you, right?” He smiles hopefully. “Also… why did you eat that god heart to begin with?”
“My soul was broken, and because it was broken I was destined to die in a year. Maybe it was supposed to fix it, and maybe it did, but now I don’t know if it’s better now.” He says shaking his head “It doesn’t matter, everything is fine, I will be fine.”
“I’d think that would kill any mortal… maybe you’re something else? But something that’s… ‘incompatible’ with godly stuff, so to speak?”
He stops for a second “That… might be true, but I don’t know to do about it. It doesn’t matter now, gods couldn’t kill me, devils couldn’t kill me, if I die you’ll live for me.” He says, drinking his mug down and getting another.
“I don’t think you’ll die. Everything has a solution. But if you do, I’ll help take care of your kid. And if Nick and I can get married, we’ll both help!” He says hopefully.
*knowing how he and nick eventually turn out is so heartbreaking*
“When you get married I’ll be there, and when my kid is born you’ll be there.” He claps him on the back with a smile “Nothing wrong will happen when it comes to that, best friends to the end you and me.”
*It kill me with every moment.*
Mauric smiles and stares into the sky happily.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh my god. This is insane. Do you have any name ideas? Do you have any information about it at all? Tabaxi gestation takes eight months, but I don’t know exactly how long it might take for you guys…” Mauric seems super excited about this.
“I barely learned about it today, I don’t know how to feel other than incredibly anxious. I might be deflecting with preparing for your wedding. I don’t know what to do now that I’ve processed it.” He says gaining a distant stare in his eyes “I think I might be more scared of this than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“Well I can be sure you’ll do great. And if you try and walk out on your kid and your girlfriend, I’ll cut out your spine.” He says cheerfully.
“If I walk out on both of them I’ll end up getting myself smited.” He says sitting on the table outside of the tavern “I really might be afraid, but I will never betray them. Not this time.” He suddenly gets a thousand yard stare.
“…this time?” Mauric asks quietly.
He shakes his head to clear the stare “Not the time, will you be the godfather if I die?”
“Of course, man. I got you.”
“Thank you Mauric, because one of these times I might die and not get back up.”
“Well I’m sure there’s a few people around here who can resurrect you, right?” He smiles hopefully. “Also… why did you eat that god heart to begin with?”
“My soul was broken, and because it was broken I was destined to die in a year. Maybe it was supposed to fix it, and maybe it did, but now I don’t know if it’s better now.” He says shaking his head “It doesn’t matter, everything is fine, I will be fine.”
“I’d think that would kill any mortal… maybe you’re something else? But something that’s… ‘incompatible’ with godly stuff, so to speak?”
He stops for a second “That… might be true, but I don’t know to do about it. It doesn’t matter now, gods couldn’t kill me, devils couldn’t kill me, if I die you’ll live for me.” He says, drinking his mug down and getting another.
“I don’t think you’ll die. Everything has a solution. But if you do, I’ll help take care of your kid. And if Nick and I can get married, we’ll both help!” He says hopefully.
*knowing how he and nick eventually turn out is so heartbreaking*
“When you get married I’ll be there, and when my kid is born you’ll be there.” He claps him on the back with a smile “Nothing wrong will happen when it comes to that, best friends to the end you and me.”
*It kill me with every moment.*
*negatory*
*why?*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Felix walks toward the brute, fearless and listless in equal measure. "I wouldn't say such things if I were you." He brandishes William's knife in one hand, now enchanted to heck and as seasoned as a cast-iron pan.
It turns around, eyes laser focused on Felix "Ah, you. You smell of him." He said, his voice deep. He walks over, his footsteps heavy. "I could smell it from Purgatory... The smell of flesh and wood burning. I knew they had finally chased him off." He snarls.
*Note: Felix has gained Blindsight out to 30ft, as well as some other traits.*
He looks up. "Yup. You his brother? You talk a lot like him."
It is an assault on his senses, this... Creature..
"No. I'm not his brother. His brother is in his stomach. No, I was his boss before he became a business." He says "I know when things are wrong. People can't see me, but I see them. I see you Felix. I see that man who decided to hunt him down and bring him to 'Justice'. I should not care but I do because I care about my employees, former or present." He said, folding his arms.
Felix walks toward the brute, fearless and listless in equal measure. "I wouldn't say such things if I were you." He brandishes William's knife in one hand, now enchanted to heck and as seasoned as a cast-iron pan.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Yeah they don’t make sense. That wasn’t flirting anyway, it was just an observation.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He looks up at her. "Alright, but don't stop me. You're from the Feywild, right?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It turns around, eyes laser focused on Felix "Ah, you. You smell of him." He said, his voice deep. He walks over, his footsteps heavy. "I could smell it from Purgatory... The smell of flesh and wood burning. I knew they had finally chased him off." He snarls.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
They don’t display emotion, but it’s clear that they are unfazed.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She gives a thumbs up "I apparently need to 'learn' them." She shrugs.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Note: Felix has gained Blindsight out to 30ft, as well as some other traits.*
He looks up. "Yup. You his brother? You talk a lot like him."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“When you get married I’ll be there, and when my kid is born you’ll be there.” He claps him on the back with a smile “Nothing wrong will happen when it comes to that, best friends to the end you and me.”
*It kill me with every moment.*
"Hm... Krill, Prawn, Shrimp... Prawn cocktail with paprika, hellshire peppers, and yak cheese." It mumurs "I suggest you tell me as to why you decided to chase off my best customer from a business he built up from the ground."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I'm going to use primarily Feywild and Shadowfell ingredients then. It'll take a while to collect it all, but you'll get it within the week."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He murdered dozens. We are here to make sure justice is not absent.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Mauric smiles and stares into the sky happily.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*why?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
It is an assault on his senses, this... Creature..
"No. I'm not his brother. His brother is in his stomach. No, I was his boss before he became a business." He says "I know when things are wrong. People can't see me, but I see them. I see you Felix. I see that man who decided to hunt him down and bring him to 'Justice'. I should not care but I do because I care about my employees, former or present." He said, folding his arms.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
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