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DemiĹtim Yoongi , Ĺimdilik belimi sarÄąyorsun . Ben hedefime yani kalbinin dĂśrt odasÄąna birden ulaĹtÄąÄÄąmda tutunduÄun Ĺey kokum , kanÄąm ve tenim olacaksÄąn .
Eh , sensiz tĂźkenmekten daha iyi bir Ĺey varsa kokunla mĂźptezele dĂśnĂźp seninle krizler geçirmek çok daha albeniliydi .
#yoonmin / psycho/
" Iâm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves. "
#parkjimin
Blue and Grey
Taehyung x reader

Word count - 7k
Warnings: angst, fluff, smut-- protected sex, mentions of oral (fem rec), pwp, porn with plot, pet names (Angle, Tiger, Big shot, etc.), praise, soft dom tae, sub reader-- let me know if i missed anything!
Plot - after your breakup, you avoided Taehyung completely. bt what happens when your job as a photographer forces you to be in contact with him again? Will the two of you make up, or will things between the two of you forever be ruined?
Authors notes - Sorry I haven't posted in a bit, school has been very demanding, and sports even more so. please feel free to repost, and leave a heart if you liked it!
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You had known Kim Taehyung for pretty much your whole life, you both grew up together because you were neighbors. You and him were also complete opposites. For instance, you were an extrovert, and Tae was an introvert. Your favorite color was red, and his was gray. His favorite number was ten, even, and yours was seven, odd. But even with having so little in common with the dark haired male, you both were like two peas in a pod. Itâs as your parents said, âë°ë ě ěš!(opposites attract)â
Now, over sixteen years later, you and Taehyung donât talk. You hadnât spoken a word to the other for three years. Why? Well for one, he shattered your heart into a million pieces, and two⌠well there wasnât really a second reason. It was just that he broke your heart, and left you to mend it on your own. You had moved back to Australia because you had gotten a new job with photography.But even if you did go back to your hometown, it's not like you would see him! He moved to Seoul when he became a trainee, and now heâs known all over the world for his songs and great music.
You were currently being driven to the next concert you were to photograph, who knew that when you went to university for nature photography, you would have ended up taking photos for K-pop groups when they toured in Australia. You were not told exactly who you would be photographing, but you were to not only go backstage with them, but also get pictures from the floor, granted you were allowed closer than the fans were, but it would still be a challenge. You tried to think of who it could be.Â
âStray Kids has started their world tour and I know theyâre coming here. Same with Blackpink. I think Oneus will be here soon too. It could be Treasure though, they did just have a comeback after all. What if itâs-â The buzzing of your phone snapped you out of your thoughts. You checked to see who it was, âUnknown callerâ it said. You knew your mom just got a new phone and maybe she was calling you from that, so you hesitantly picked it up.
âHello?â you said into the speaker. âHey, is this y/n?â a deep voice asked. âThis is she, how may I help you?â You questioned the male that had called you. The line was silent save for the soft muffled sound of talking in the background. After about a minute of silence, you spoke up, âListen if this is a prank call, Iâm really-â The male cut you off, âItâs not! I swear, please donât hang up, Angel.â The male pleaded on the other side of the phone. Your heart stopped, everything seemed to move in slow motion. What did he just call you? Angel? The only person who had used that nickname was⌠âTaehyungâŚâ you whispered out. âYeah, itâs me Angel, I⌠I just-â He started but couldnât get far before you interrupted him. âTaehyung, why the ě§ěĽ(hell) are you calling me? After what, three years? You finally decide to speak to me?â You paused to see if he would answer you, but he stayed silent. You sighed, âListen, I really donât have time for this right now, okay? I have a shoot I need to get to and I need to be in the right mindset. Please, donât contact me again.â You said as you ended the call, not even giving him a second to respond.Â
Your heart clenched tightly inside of your chest, you felt your throat start to get tight as a lump formed there. Memories from that day years ago came flooding back into your mind.Â
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Dating an idol was really no easy task, you had to deal with crazed fans, people that would write horrible things about your relationship, social media, and their overly busy schedule. But even though you had to deal with all of that, you still chose to stay with him, with Kim Taehyung because he made you feel so loved, even if he came home late, he would let you know, through call if he had a little longer break, or over text if he was too busy. But Taehyung thought the exact opposite. He thought he was wasting your time. He thought you deserved someone better than him. So, when he came home from work early that night, he sat you down on the couch for a serious conversation.
ây/n, we really need to talkâŚâ He said when he came into the small kitchen in your apartment. Not even a âhiâ or âhow was your day angel?â nothing, just straight into the conversation. Taehyung thought- no, he knew it would be better for him that way. You stopped the dishes you were doing, dried your hands on a towel and followed Taehyung into the living room and sat across from him on the couch. Once you were both seated Taehyung took a deep breath and started to speak.Â
âListen, Angel, I love you so so much okayâŚâ you nodded and smiled, âI love you too Tiger,â Taehyung smiled ever so slightly. âBut I think you deserve better than what I can give to you. I⌠I think it would be best if we split up, y/n.â Everything stopped, it felt as if someone just slapped you in the face. âYou⌠you 돴ě(what)?â you stutter out, your voice barely more than a whisper. âI canât give you what you want y/n. We canât go on dates. If fans even see me outside with you, we get bombarded! I donât want you to have to live like this anymore, can't you understand that!â Taehyung burst. Tears welled up in your eyes as you saw him finally walk away from the conversation into the bedroom the two of you shared, slamming the door behind him in frustration. You and Taehyung rarely ever argued, but when you did it was always filled with many emotions from both parties.
You were left sitting on the couch alone with nothing but your thoughts. Did he really want to break up? Is it really because he couldnât go on dates with you? Why does he think you deserve someone better? Taehyung is the only thing keeping you afloat at your worst times, so why does he want to split up? Youâve constantly told him how much you love him, and how you wish to be with him forever, and he's said the same thing to you. So why? Why the hell does he want to break up?
A few minutes later, Taehyung came out of the bedroom with his bag and was walking towards the front door getting ready to put his shoes on. You jumped up and hugged him from the back, making him stop what he was doing right away. âPlease,â you pleaded, âdonât leave me Tae, I need you. Please, I love you so much. I promise you're enough for me. And⌠and we can work this out. We can go on our late night park dates like we used to, e-even when you get off work and you come home late, Iâll stay up for you and we can go on a date. J-just donât leave meâŚplease.â you begged as your grip around him tightened. Taehyung sighed and peeled your arms from around him and slipped his shoes on. Finally Taehyung turned to you. He placed his hands on your cheeks and wiped your tears. âThis is for the best, y/n. I know youâll be able to find someone. Someone that will love you unconditionally. Spend all of their time with you. Someone you can walk outside of your front door and not be bombarded with fans and paparazzi. I love you so much, but you can do so much better than me.â He placed a feather light kiss on your lips, and pulled away all too soon for you. Taehyung opened the front door and closed it again once he was outside.Â
You fell to your knees as sobs racked through your body. You kept mumbling for Taehyung to come back, as if he was still right outside your door. But he was, Taehyung couldnât leave you crying like that, but he had to. You deserved so much better than what he could give you. So with a heavy heart, a lump in his throat, and tears in his eyes ready to fall, he left.
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âWe are here Ms. l/n.â The words from the driver brought you back to reality. You smiled and nodded at him getting out of the car. You went to the back of the car and got your camera from the trunk and put the strap over your head so that it was placed on your shoulder and the camera rested safely at your hip. You closed the trunk and thanked the driver once again and made your way to the front of the large stadium. Waiting for you were two guards, both dressed in a black suit with a white undershirt. You smiled to them, and pulled out your ID to show them. They inspected it thoroughly and then returned it to you and led you inside to where the stage was. âThey will be out soon for rehearsals and mic checking.â The one to the right informed you. âThat should be plenty of time for me to get my camera ready, ę°ěŹíŠëë¤.(thank you)â You smiled at them and made your way across the floor of the stadium. The two guards left and it was just you and the equipment crew until the group would come out.Â
While you waited for the mystery group to come out onto the stage you started getting your camera ready. You cleaned off the lenses, made sure the different attachments still fit, and fiddled with the zooming and focusing of each attachment you had. Then once you made sure everything was working as it should be, you started to snap pictures of the empty stadium, some of the workers working, and the stage. After about forty-five minutes, the mystery group finally started walking out on stage. You turned to them and they all stopped dead in their tracks.Â
You made eye contact with the male in front. He had long black hair that curled slightly at the tips. His eyes were a dark chocolate brown. And his smile was big and gummy. You almost dropped your camera as your brain finally registered who it was. âKookie?!â You shouted out, your voice echoing in the empty stadium. His eyes widened, and his smile got even bigger, if that was possible, as he jumped off the stage and ran towards you. âě¤ ě´ë°(oh my god) Oh my god!â He hugged you tightly, âIs it really you? You're not fake?â he questioned as he pulled away from you and inspected your face. You laughed loudly, âNo Iâm not fake ë°ëł´(fool/idiot)!â You scolded him. Just then Jimin came up to you, then Jin, next Hobi, and soon almost everyone surrounded you. Almost everyone. The one person you didnât see was Taehyung. Part of you was actually glad, you're not sure how you would react if you were to see him in person. But you pushed those thoughts away and started to catch up with the six boys around you. They bombarded you with questions, and you answered them all.
â기ë¤ëŚź(wait),â Jimin spoke out, making everyone stop talking and look at him, âwhat happened to you and Tae? Ever since you left and came here, heâs been all off.â He voiced. You struggled to find and answer, but couldnât come up with one, so you just told him the truth. âWe broke up.â you said quietly. Jiminâs eyes widened, âëëźęł ?!(wait what)â Jungkook was the next to speak, âě(why)!â then Hobi, âBut you guys were perfect together!!â He whined. âIt was forâŚumâŚâ you started but once again, could not think of anything to tell them. You didnât want to tell them the truth because it would most definitely affect the way they saw Taehyung. Just then one of the many managers came out onto the stage and called them to get their mics. They all waved to you as they ran back to the stage.Â
You got your camera ready and started getting pictures of the boys, Taehyung still nowhere to be seen.Â
After about thirty minutes the boys were given a break and they sat down on the stage and started talking. You snapped several pictures of them from different angles, making sure they looked good once you were done with one round. Just as you were about to start taking more pictures you heard someone running on the stage. You pulled the camera from your eye so you could see who it was. You regretted it immediately.Â
He looked more mature than he did three years ago. His hair was black and long and curly, just how you liked it. His eyes still as captivating as before. His smile still sweet. His voice still as deep and melodic as ever. His laugh, oh how you missed his laugh, it was still as contagious as you remembered it to be. âY/n?â God how you missed the way your name sounded when it came from his lips. The lump in your throat made itself present as you tried your best to smile at him. You quickly brought the camera up to your face again and snapped a few photos of Taehyung by himself and Taehyung with the rest of the boys.Â
You walked back up to the stage and squatted to the ground and placed your camera carefully inside of the bag. After you clipped it shut you pulled the strap over your head and stood up to leave. But before you could Jungkook came running up to you from atop the stage. ây/n, you gotta come to our concert tonight okay? Itâs gonna be so good! You wonât have to pay a single dime either, Iâll pay for you-â âě°ëŚŹ(WE)!â Namjoon corrected him. Jungkook laughed, âYes, ě°ëŚŹ(WE)! Will pay for you, and get you a VIP pass backstage.â He told you with a big smile on his face. You hesitated for a second before looking into his eyes, he was clearly giving you the puppy eyes he knew you fell for every single time. You huffed a sigh, âFine, Iâll come to the concert.â Jungkookâs smile was so bright it could rival that of the brightest stars. âě(yes)! The concert starts at seven-thirty, so donât be late! And when you get here the guys from earlier will be there so just tell them I let you come, and they should give you the VIP pass.â he informed you. You nodded, then said bye to all of the boys. Giving Taehyung a small wave. He smiled brightly and waved back to you.
Hours later you walked back to the entrance of the stadium, the line to get in was already incredibly long, and you knew it would be a long wait, but hopefully a quick one as the lines were moving fast. After about twenty minutes of being in line, you reached the entrance, and sure enough the two male guards from earlier were still standing there. You smiled at them and told them exactly what Jungkook had told you to say. They nodded and one of them escorted you to where you would be sitting. You were right next to the stage, and had a perfect view of everything that you knew would be happening. You thanked the male before he left you.
After about thirty minutes of waiting the concert finally started. The first song they did was ON, and it was great. Everyone did amazing throughout the entire concert. After two hours the boys started talking about how they are grateful for all of the ARMYs that had come to the concert and how they hope they will keep supporting them in the years to come. âWhenever ARMYs miss us, you can come to us. If you have to go or if you want to go, itâs okay for you to leave us. But always remember this. We will always be here.â Jungkook said.Â
âBefore you all leave tonight, we have one last song for you all!â Namjoon yelled into the mic. âV has been working really hard lately and just released this song a couple months ago,â music started to play as he spoke, âHe wrote this song for not being able to see ARMY, ě°ëŚŹë ëšě ě´ ęˇ¸ę˛ě ěŹëí기뼟 ë°ëëë¤ (we hope you love it)! We hope you love it!â Taehyung then started singing, his deep baritone voice soothing you.Â
âWhere is my angel?â He sang into the microphone. Your heart clenched. Thatâs what Taehyung had called you when you were together. Even when you were still friends, he called you his angel. You had never asked him why exactly, but you remember when Namjoon had told you whenever he was writing a song and needed help with lyrics he would prey to his angel.
âí루ě ëě ë댏ě´(at the end of a tiring day)â Whenever Tae had come home, late or not, he would still spend his time with you, even if it was just the two of you cuddling up on the couch together or in your shared bed.Â
âSomeone come and save me, pleaseâ Your heart clenched and tears started making themselves known in your eyes. Sure, you tried to hate Taehyung as much as you could, but no matter what, you still loved him. That, you know, you would never be able to deny. You hadnât been there for Taehyung, then again he was the one that left you. But even still, you were also the one that stopped contacting him. He had never said that he wanted to stop talking. Still though, you cut off all contact with the boys and him, thinking and hoping that it would be best that the two of you never talked again.Â
âě§ěš í루ě íě¨ëż(is overshadowed by a sigh)â Taehyung always felt like he was just looked over. Someone that the other members never really needed no matter how many times you and the boys had tried to reassure him. It really hit him hard when a girl had skipped right over him at a fan sign. You remembered the look on his face like it was yesterday. He looked more than hurt. From afar you could tell his eyes were watery, you knew that once you would get back to the hotel he would not speak, and lock himself in his room. Sure you had a key card to the exact room, but you also knew that he wouldnât want to be bothered. Either way though, you still went and comforted him at the hotel.Â
âęą°ě¸ě ëšěš ë돟ě ě미ë(the tears reflected in the mirror mean)â You knew exactly what they meant. You couldnât help but know how he felt after what had happened. You knew that the break up hurt him just as much as it hurt you, if not more so. Every night you would cry. When you went into the bathroom the next morning the tear tracks were prominent as ever, making themselves known to the whole world. So, yes, you knew exactly how he felt when he sang that one singular line.
The next time Taehyung sang, you felt the tears you had been trying so hard to keep in finally fall down your cheeks. âOh this ground feels so heavier I am singing by myself I just wanna be happier ě´ę˛ë í° ěěŹěźęš (am i being too greedy) âÂ
Taehyung finished the song with the lines, âíęłľě ë ëë ë§ě 몰ë 죟ě ë´ęł ëë ě´ě ě벽ě ě´ ëë¤Â (after secretly taking back words floating in the air I now fall asleep at dawn) good nightâ and you saw him looking directly at you. His eyes looked as if he was pleading with you, telling you how sorry he truly was, how much he missed you, how he knew he fucked up, and most of all, telling you that he still loves you with his whole heart. At that moment you immediately got up, leaving your seat. Taehyung, not wanting you to disappear from his life again, called out your name and jumped off of the stage and ran after you. You heard the ARMYs going crazy, some calling out his name, others reaching for him, and some shouting compliments at him. You ran up the stairs that lead outside of the stage area, Taehyung hot on your trail.Â
Once outside of the stage area you slowed down and caught your breath. Not even a minute later you heard Taehyung's deep voice from behind you.Â
ây/n, please, can we just talk this out?â He pleaded softly. You sighed, wiping your stray tears before turning to him. âWhat is there to talk about Tae? You broke my heart. I was willing and more than ready to stay with you even though you were an idol and we couldnât spend a lot of time together. But you⌠you pushed me away TaeâŚâ More tears gathered in your eyes, but you tried your best to stay strong so that he would not have to see you at your most vulnerable state. âěěě Angel, and Iâm so sorry. I⌠I was just scared of truly losing you. I thought that it would be better to end things so that I wouldnât be able to hurt you. But it seems I had done the exact opposite. I hurt you so much and Iâm so, so sorry y/n. I know itâs selfish of me to ask thisâŚbut please, give me one more chance. I swear I will make you happy and I wonât break your heart. So, pleaseâŚjust let me-â You quickly cut him off by placing your lips to his in a sweet kiss that held your answer. Taehyung immediately kissed you back, his hands making their way to your waist whilst yours wrapped around his neck.Â
When you both pulled away you looked at the other, pure adoration and love shone in the others eyes. You let out a light sigh, âIâve missed you so much Taetae.â you whispered out. âě ëě(me too), my Angel.â he said, placing his forehead against yours. Just as you were about to say something you heard fans from inside the stadium chanting Taeâs name. You both laughed lightly remembering where exactly the two of you were. âYou better get going Big Shot.â You teased him. He scoffed, âYeah, yeah I know.â You smiled at him, your hands going to cup his cheeks as you placed one last soft kiss on his lips. âIâll come backstage and see you, ěěě´(okay)?â He nodded. âNow get going Tiger, canât have you being late now can we!â You winked. Taehyung laughed as he finally left your arms and turned to leave back to the stage.Â
You knew that since the concert had ended people would be leaving the stadium soon, so you quickly made your way to the bathrooms and locked yourself inside a stall as you waited until most everyone had left save for the members and bodyguards roaming the stadium.
You came out of the stall and made your way backstage where you knew the boys would be waiting for you. Once you finally reached backstage you saw Taehyung waiting for you outside the doors leading to the back. You ran up to him and hugged him. âLooks like someone missed me.â He teased. You rolled your eyes and huffed out, âě¤ ěż(oh, shh), I havenât seen you in three years, I have every right to be this clingy right now!â Tae laughed as he pulled back slightly to place a loving kiss on your lips. You leaned into the kiss, but quickly pulled away when you heard someone clear their throat. Taehyung looked behind him and saw Namjoon, âě ë§ ěë¤ ě (really guys)? I get you both just confessed your undying love for one another again, but at least wait until we get back to the hotel to be all lovey dovey.â he tsked. You and Taehyung pulled away from each other but your hands still interlaced together as you walked into the room where the boys were.
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You and Taehyung were currently walking down the hall to the hotel room he had gotten. Lucky for the both of you, he did not have to share it with any of the other members. When he unlocked the door he held it open for you, letting you inside first. You thanked him and went inside. Tae closed the door behind him and made sure it was locked before he took his shoes off and made his way to the bed where he flopped down. You giggled at him and laid down next to the dark haired male. You turned so that you faced Taehyung and saw he was pouting at you. âWhat are you pouting for ě기(baby)?â you laughed out. âI wanna cuddle you.â he said, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. You smiled and climbed on top of him, your head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. His heart was racing, showing that he was nervous to be this close and intimate with you once again after so long. Taehyung slowly and gently warped one arm around your back and the other was placed on the top of your head.Â
After a moment of silence you finally spoke up, âWhy did you leave?â you asked quietly, picking your head up slightly so that you could look him in the eyes. You felt him stiffen from the sudden question from under you. âëë(I)...â He started, trying to find the right words. âI was just scared? I never wanted to let you go, never wanted to break up with you. But at the same time I never really felt that I was enough for you. I always felt like I could never give you what you want or what you deserved. I resorted to not calling you for those three years because I knew if I heard your voice that I would go running back to you. Truthfully I donât even know what made me call you today. Maybe it was the fact that we came here, and I was just reminded of the times we took little tips together, or when youâd take time off of work to come with me for a couple of days when we would go on tour. Or the fact that you had moved here, and I could possibly see you. Even if the chances were slim to none, I still had hope that I would be able to see you again. Maybe talk to you about why I left, I could apologize. Honestly though, Iâm still not really sure.â He paused, and you spoke up.
âWas the song you wrote⌠The one you guys did at the end of the concert, what was it about? Why did you write it?â You asked softly. Taehyung chuckled softly, a smile painting his face before he started to talk. âSo the song was originally going to be a part of one of my own tracks, but the guys and managers liked it so much we all found a way to put it into our BE album. As to why I wrote itâŚâÂ
He paused trying to form his words, and you could tell he was nervous, so you did what you knew calmed him down everytime he was nervous and you were around. You reached for one of his hands and interlaced your fingers with his bringing it up to your lips, you peppered feather light kisses all over his large hand. Tae smiled and brought your laced hands to his own lips and kissed it softly.Â
You could tell he was calmer than a few seconds ago, and he continued a moment later, âWell after we⌠you know, í¤ě´ěĄë¤(brokeup)âŚâ He mumbled out, âI could never really sleep. The bed I was in felt too big for me, even after placing pillows on one side to make it seem like you were there with me, and after resorting to getting a smaller bed so I could not be able to feel your side of the bed cold, I still couldnât sleep at all. I tried everything. A warm cup of milk, turning all of the lights off, just closing my eyes, playing jazz in the background. But nothing ever worked. So I would stay up all night, and when I went into work the next day I would be sluggish, and I would constantly be spacing out. Everytime I would space out you would appear. When I tried to get to you I would be blocked, it was like an invisible wall was keeping me from you. I would try over and over to get through the wall but no matter what I couldnât. Then after a month I started seeing you and some guy there, I donât know who it was, but it really hurt. I just had to stand there and endure not being able to hold you like I used toâŚâÂ
He paused again and you saw tears started to roll down his cheeks. You lifted your hand that was not laced with his and wiped his tears away. âHey, it's okay, it wasnât real alright. After you left,â He winced at the words, âI didnât get with anyone else. I hoped that you would come back and we could be together again.â you told him, âAnd it turns out I was right, even if it took us three years to find eachother again, we were brought back to one another.â you kissed his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, and finally his lips. âě°ëڰ í¨ęťí´ěź íëęš. (we're meant to be together)â Taehyung looked at you, his eyes wide but full of love and adoration purely for you.Â
Taehyung let go of your laced hands and cupped your cheeks, bringing you into a kiss. You immediately kissed him back. God youâve missed this. The feeling of his lips on yours. When the both of you pulled away, you were panting and your breaths mingled together. You met Taehyungâs eyes again and you both dove right back into the kiss. One of Taeâs hands moved to the back of your head, as his tilted to the side, deepening the kiss. You felt Taehyungâs tongue as he licked your bottom lip, as if asking for permission to enter your mouth. Your lips parted immediately allowing him in. Your tongues met as he explored your mouth with his, and you explored his with yours. Your hands moved into Taehyungâs hair as the kiss got more and more lustful. Taehyung all of a sudden flipped the two of you so you were now caged under him. His arms coming to either side of your head. He looked at you, his eyes clouded over with love and lust for you. His eyes met yours, âę´ě°Žěľëęš(is this okay)?â he asked. You nodded, and he started to kiss down your neck. Sucking and nipping at the skin of your neck and collar, slowly but surely moving south. Once he met the junction between your neck and shoulders he sucked harshly. You let out a light moan. Tae pulled away and admired the art that was you. Splotches of blue and red and purple covered your neck and collar. Taehyungâs hands went to the hem of your shirt and pulled it up slightly, exposing a bit of your stomach. His eyes met your own once again, you could tell he was asking if it was okay for him to continue with what he was doing. You nodded to the male above you, allowing him to continue. In a second your shirt and bra were on the floor next to the bed. Taehyung sat back and admired you from under him. âEven after years apart, you're still so ěëŚëľë¤(beautiful).â he complimented softly before leaning down and capturing your lips in a soft but passionate kiss.Â
That night you and Taehyung made up for all of the time you had both lost. Deep passionate kisses were shared. The phrases, âI love youâ and âI missed you so muchâ were said too many times to count. The love between you and Tae was shared through him finally being able to be inside you after so long. It wasnât the rough fucks like you had, had when you were both sexually frustrated. But the long passionate love making sessions you had shared when he was gone on tour and finally returned for a small break before leaving once again.Â
âTae ëśíí´ě(please),â you had whined out last night. Taehyungâs head had been between your thighs for much too long for you. âTae ě ë° ë ęˇ¸ëĽ ë ěí´(i just want you),â your hands tugged lightly on his hair, making him pick his head up. He smirked at you then moved up, placing his arms on either side of your head before dipping down and kissing your lips lovingly. Your own arms snaked their way around his neck as you held onto him. You both parted for air, then Taehyung got up from the bed and you whined, missing his warmth and touch. He dug through his suitcase and pulled out a little package wrapped in foil. âDo you seriously carry those around with you on tour!â you giggled out as he held it up with a proud smirk on his plush lips. Taehyung laughed loudly and walked back over to the bed and said, âWell I don't really wanna be cumming into a towel, so yes, I bring condoms with me when I'm on tour.â You laughed and pulled him into yet another loving and passionate kiss. This time it was cut short by Taehyung. He pulled away and ripped open the foil package and rolled the rubber out onto his member, then returned right back to you. Taehyung took it slow. He entered you with care and love, not wanting to hurt you. His thrusts were sharp, but sweet, hard, but soft. All of the emotions the two of you had missed out on those past three years finally being caught up. When Taehyung had finally spilled into the clear rubber, he stilled, his manhood still deep inside of you. Your eyes met one another, and a giddy smile spread on your lips. Taehyung smiled at you, his mouth going to meet your own. Your lips molded together as the after sex ecstasy filled both of you. You donât remember much after that, only the part where Tae had grabbed a washcloth and whipped the both of you down. When you woke up the next morning Taehyung was still by your side. You were admittedly a little nervous to find out, your mind could have been playing a sick trick on you. But when you heard his ever so soft snores you breathed a sigh of relief. The golden warm glow of the sun had started peaking through the curtains. It made Tae look even more ethereal than he already did. You snuggled back into his chest. Taehyung groaned slightly, and shifted, his arms wrapping around your smaller frame and holding you close. God how youâve missed this. Youâve missed holding him. His smile. His laugh. His⌠his everything. Youâve missed him oh so much. Both of your worlds had turned grey and it felt like you were blue. But now that you were back in each others arms, everything just felt right again. The color flowing right back to where it was supposed to be.
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đ đđđđđđ đ đ đđđž đťđđđžđ đşđđ˝ đťđđ đđđžđşđđžđđ đ đşđđđđđđ đşđ đđđđđđžđ đż âđŹđşđđťđž đđđž đđđđ đđđđ˝ đđ đşđ đşđđ đđ đđđž đđđđđđđâ đ˛đşđđđđ đđđž đđđđťđžđ đşđ âđąđđđđđžâ đđđđ đđđźđşđđž đđđ đ đđđž đđđž đđşđđžđ, đşđżđđžđ đžđşđđđđ đşđđ˝ đ˝đžđźđđ˝đđđ đđđ đđžđđž đ˝đžđżđđđđđžđ đ đđžđžđ˝đđđ đđđşđ đđđđđžđ.

đŠđđđ đđ đťđž đđđđžđđđđđđžđ˝ đťđ đđđđ đđđđđž đđđđđđđ. âđ˛đđđđâ âđđđŹ đŚđđĽđ đđĄđŚđŞđđĽâ đ˝đđđđđ đđđđ đđşđđ˝đ fđşđđ đ đ đđđ đđđđđđťđ đ đźđđđ đ˝. đŻđđđđđđ đđđž đđđđđž đđ đđđžđşđđžđ đđžđđđđđ đđ đťđşđźđ đ˝đđđ đđ đđđđ đźđđđđđžđ . âđŚđźđšđŽđż?â -đ¸đđ đşđđđđžđđžđ˝ , đźđđđ˝đđđđđđžđ đđ đđđđ đđşđđ đşđđ˝ đđđşđ đđđđ˝đ đđđđ đ đđ đđđđ đđđđđ đ˝đžđđ. âđ¸/đ!â -đ˛đđž đžđđźđđđžđ˝đ đ đđşđđ˝ âđŹđ˛đŽđľ, đđľđŽđâđ đđ˝â đşđđđđžđđđđ back, đđđ đźđđđđđđđž đđ đđđđđžđ âđ¨ đđđđ đđđ đđżđż đđđđ, đđđâđđž đđžđđđđđ đđžđşđ˝đ đđđđđ?â â đŹđ˛đŽđľ đâđş đđľđźđđ˛đżđśđťđ´, đŻđđ đđ˛ đąđźđťâđ đ´đź đźđđ đđśđšđš 9 đśđâđ đŻđŽđżđ˛đšđ 12đŽđş â đ¸đđ đ đşđđđâ âđ¸đžđşđ, đşđđ˝ đđđ đşđ đđ đđđđ đ đşđđ đđđđđ đđ đťđž đ đđđ˝ đťđžđżđđđž đđđđ đđđđđđşđđž đźđđđžđ đđ, đđžđşâŚ đśđđžđžđđ đşđđđžđžđ đđ đđž đşđđž đźđđđđđ đđđžđ đđ 30 đşđđ˝ đđžđđđđđ đđžđşđ˝đ ,đŽđ§, đ đđŁ đŽđąđŁđ¤đą đ˘đ§đ¨đ˘đŞđ¤đ!â You lđşđđđed â đđšđżđśđ´đľđ đđđżđ˛ â đşđđ˝ đđşđđđđđ đđ đşđżđđžđ đđđ đżđđđđđđžđ˝ đđđđđđđ đđđđđđžđ đż. đśđşđ đđđđ đđđ đđ đ˝đđ đđżđż, đ đ đđđ đźđđşđđđž đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđđđđ. đ¸đđ đđđ˝đžđđžđ˝ đđđž đźđđđźđđžđ, đđđđ˝đ đžđ đşđđ˝ đđđ˝đžđ đđđşđ đđđž đđđđ đ đđşđđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđ đđşđđđžđ˝ đżđđ đđđž đżđđđ˝ đŁđžđźđđ˝đđđ đđ đđžđ đ đđđđž đđđž đ đşđťđžđ đžđ˝ đťđđđžđ đđşđđđžđ˝ đđđđźđđžđ, đşđđ˝ đđđž đđđžđ đđşđđđžđ˝ đđžđđđđđđ,đđđđ đşđđ˝ đĄđ đŹ đđđžđđđđđ đđâđ đđžđ đ˝đđđ, đđ đżđđđđ đđż đđžđ đ˝đđđ.
đ§đžđşđđđđ đş đťđđđđžđ đżđđđ đđđž đ đđťđťđ đźđşđđžđđş đđžđžđđđ đđđžđžđđ đşđđ˝ đđđ đşđ đźđşđđđđ đťđşđđ đşđđ˝ đđđž đ˝đžđ đđđžđđ đđđ đťđžđđđđ˝ đđđžđ, đ đžđđđđđ đđđžđ đđ đşđ đđđ đźđđđżđđđđžđ˝ đđđž đđđ˝đžđ đđđž đđđđ đ đťđđđđđđ đđ đđ đđđđ đđđžđ, đđđžđđđđ đđđž đ˝đđđ đżđđ đđđžđ đťđžđżđđđž đđđžđ đşđ đ đżđžđ đ đşđđşđđ đđđđ đşđ đ đđđž đťđşđđ đđđžđ đđđžđđž đźđşđđđđ đđđđ đđđžđ. âđłđđşđđđ đťđşđťđžâ -đ˛đđ đşđ đžđđđşđđđđđđžđ đ đđžđđ đđžđ˝ â đŹđźđ đ´đđđ đąđśđąđťâđ đľđŽđđ˛ đđź đŻđżđśđťđ´ đŽđšđš đđľđŽđâ -đ¸đđ đ đşđđđđžđ˝ đ đ đđđžđđž đđđđşđđ đżđşđźđžđ âđłđđşđ đđşđ đş đđđđđđđâ -đśđđžđžđđ đđşđđ˝, đ đ đđđž đđđ đđđž đťđşđđ đ˝đđđ, đđžđşđźđđđđ đżđđ đ đđşđđžđ đťđđđđ đž đđ đđđž đżđđđ˝đđž âđ¸đžđ đđž đ đđđžđđşđ đ đ đ˝đđ˝, đ§đđşđđş đşđđ˝ đđđđđťđđđ đşđđž đźđđđđđ đťđşđźđ đđđđ đđđđđş đşđđ˝ đżđđđžđťđşđ đ đ đđđ đđđđ đđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđâ-đ˛đđ đşđ đ¤đđđ đşđđđžđ˝ , đđşđđđđ đ đ˝đđđđ đżđđđ đśđđžđžđđđ đđşđđžđ. âđśđđşđâđ đđđđ đđđž đťđđđžđ?â đśđđžđžđđ đ°đđžđđđđđđžđ˝â âđ đđ˝ đđđđ đđđđž?â đ˛đđ đşđ đşđ đđ đżđđ đ đđđžđ˝ đđđđđđđ đđžđđ đđ đśđđžđžđđ đđ đđđž đđđ đşđđ˝ đđđđđ đ. â đ đ đżđźđźđşđşđŽđđ˛ đ đ´đđ˛đđ đđľđ˛ đđŽđ đşđźđđśđťđ´ đđđđłđł đśđť đđľđśđšđ˛ đ đđŽđ đżđđťđťđśđťđ´ đđľđśđ đşđźđżđťđśđťđ´ â đ¸đđ đžđđđ đşđđđžđ˝ đđ đđđžđâ âđŽđ, đżđđ đđžđşđ ? đ˛đ đđđ đ˝đđ˝đâđ đđžđžđ đđžđ đđžđ?â- đ˛đđ đşđ đşđđđžđ˝. âđśđđşđ đđż đđâđ đ đđđ?â-đśđđžđžđđđž đđđđźđđ đ đşđ˝đ˝đžđ˝ âđśđđ đđđđ đ˝ đđ đťđž đ đđđ?â- đ˛đđ đşđ đşđđđžđ˝ đş đ đđđđ đž đťđđ đťđşđżđżđ đžđ˝ âđ¸đđ đđžđđžđ đđđđ, đ¨ đđžđşđ, đ˝đđ˝ đđđ đşđđ đđđž đđżđżđđźđž đđđ đđşđ đđđđđđ đđ?â -đśđđžđžđđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝â âđĄđź đ đąđśđąđťâđ, đđ đ°đźđđšđą đŻđ˛ đŽ đ´đđ đ đ´đđ˛đđ, đŻđđ đâđş đđđżđ˛ đľđ˛ đđźđđšđąđťâđ đđŽđťđ đđź đşđźđđ˛ đśđť đśđł đľđ˛ đ¸đťđ˛đ đŽ đ´đśđżđš đđŽđ đ´đźđśđťđ´ đđź đŻđ˛ đľđśđ đżđźđźđşđşđŽđđ˛â đ¸đđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝â âđśđđşđ đđż đđž đ˝đđžđđâđ đđđđ, đŤđđđž đđđ?â-đ˛đđ đşđ đşđđđžđ˝â âđĄđžđđđžđ đđžđ, đđđşđ đđż đđž đ˝đđđž đđđđâ -đśđđžđžđđ đđđđđ đžđ˝ đťđđđđđ đđžđ đżđđđđžđâ â đŞđđđđđĄ đŹđ˘đ¨ đđ¨đđđĄ đŁđđĽđŠđđĽđ§ â đ¸đđ đđžđ đ đžđ˝ đşđ đđžđ đşđ đ˛đđ đşđ đđđşđđđžđ˝ đ đşđđđđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđđđđđ đđžđâ âđ¨ đđžđşđ đđ đźđđđ đ˝ đťđž đş đđđđ˝ đđđđđ â-đ˛đđ đşđ đđđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđâ â đđźđťâđ â đ¸đđ playfully threat

đ đ đ§đđşđđş đşđđ˝ đśđđžđžđđ đđžđ đđđž đżđđđ˝ đđ đđđž đ đđđđđ đđđđ đşđđ˝ đđđž đđžđđ đđż đđ đđ đđđž đđđđźđđžđ đđ đđžđ đđđ đđđž- đđşđđž đżđđđžđťđşđ đ đ đđžđşđ˝đ đżđđ đ đşđđžđ âđ˛đ đđđşđ đđđ đ đ˝đ đđż đđâđ đş đđđ?â-đŹđđđđťđđđ đđđžđđđđđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđ đźđşđđźđđžđ˝ đđđžđ đđ đđ đđđž đđđđđşđđđđ. â đĄđźđđľđśđťđ´, đ đđđ˝đ˝đźđđ˛ đŽđ đšđźđťđ´ đŽđ đľđ˛âđ đ°đšđ˛đŽđť â -đđđ đşđđđđžđđžđ˝ âđśđđşđ đ˝đđđ đđđžđđž?â -đŹđđđđťđđđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝â âđĄđ đ§đ§đ§đ đ§đ â- đ˛đđ đşđ â đŞđđđ§. đ˘đşđ´ đťđźđź, đ đşđ˛đŽđť đšđśđ¸đ˛ đľđ˛ đđľđźđđšđą đŻđ˛ đ°đšđ˛đŽđťđśđťđ´ đśđť đźđđż đđľđŽđżđ˛đą đđ˝đŽđ°đ˛đ đŽđ đšđ˛đŽđđ â đ¸đđ đşđđđđžđđžđ˝ âđ˛đđ đşđ đđşđ đťđşđđđźđşđ đ đ đźđđđđđ, đđşđđđđđ đżđđ đşđđ đđ đđđž đđđđđ đđđžđ đđđž đđžđđ đđşđ˝ đđ đźđđžđźđ đđż đžđđžđđđđđđđ đđşđ đđđşđ.â âđśđđşđ đđ đđđđđ đđ đđžđđž?â -đśđđžđžđđ đşđđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđž đđđ đ˝đ đđ đ˛đđ đşđ đżđđđ đżđşđ đ đđđ. âđ đđ˝, đśđđžđžđđ đđžđđđđđđžđ˝ đ đŹđşđ đđ đđđđđđ đđ?â -đ§đđşđđş đşđđđ đ đ đđđž đ đžđşđđ đđ đđđž đđđđźđđžđ đźđđđđđžđ đđžđđ đđ đđđ. âđ¨ đźđşđâđ đťđđžđşđđđžâ - đ˛đđ đşđ đđđ đ˝đ đđžđ đđđđđşđźđâ âđ¨ đđžđžđ˝ đđ đđđ đ˝đđđ!â -đ˛đđ đşđ đżđđđđđđžđâ â đĄđźđź â - You try explaining âđđđ đˇđđđ đŽ đđľđ˛đźđżđ đđľđ˛đâđđ˛ đŽđđđđşđ˛đą đâđšđš đđšđ˛đ˛đ˝ đđśđđľ đľđśđş, đ đđľđśđťđ¸ đśđâđ đŽ đ´đśđżđš, đŻđđ đđ đąđźđ˛đđťâđ đşđŽđđđ˛đż đľđźđťđ˛đđđšđ â - đ¸đđ đşđđđđžđđžđ˝ đđđđđđżđđ đ đ âđśđžđ đ , đşđ đ đžđşđđ đđđ đđşđđž đ˝đđźđ đđžđđ đ˝đđđâ -đśđđžđžđđ đđđđžđ˝â â đĄđ˘đ˘ đŞđđđđĄđ â -đ¸đđ đ đşđđđđžđ˝â âđŽđ đşđ đ đđđđžđ đşđđđ˝đž đđž đđđ 6 đđđđđ đđ đđžđ đđžđşđ˝đ đşđđ˝ đđž đđşđđžđâđ đžđđžđ đžđşđđžđ đđžđ, đŤđ¤đłđ˛ đŚđŽđŽ!â-đŹđđđđťđđđ đđđđžđ˝â âđ đžđâđ đđşđđźđ đđđž đđžđ đđžđşđ đđđđ đâ -đ§đđşđđş đđşđđ˝â âđĄđžđâ - đ˛đđ đşđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝ â

đśđđđ đž đđđđđđđ đđ đđđž đżđ đđđ ,đžđşđđđđ đđđđ đđđđđş, đđžđşđ đđđđđ đđđşđ đŹđđđđťđđđ đđşđ đđđđđ đşđťđđđ đđđž đđđđž ,đđž đđ đşđđđžđ˝ đđ đ đžđşđđđđ đşđ 9,đşđđ˝ đđ đđşđ đ˝đžđżđđđđđžđ đ đđđđđ đđ đđşđđž đş đđđđ đž đżđđ 5 đđđđ đ đđžđ đđžđşđ˝đ. â đđ˛đ đ´đđđ, đđ˛ đđľđźđđšđą đđđŽđżđ đ´đ˛đđđśđťđ´ đżđ˛đŽđąđ đśđâđ 4:20 â -đ¸đđ đđşđđ˝ đđźđđđ đ ing đđ đđđđ đđđđđžâ âđ˛đđđ, đşđđž đđđ đđžđđđđđ?, đ¨ đđžđžđ˝ đđ đđđđşđđđđđžđ đđ đđşđđ đşđđşđđ!â -đ˛đđ đşđ đđđđđžđ˝ đđ đđđđ đđžđđđđđđ đđđđ đđžđ đťđşđâ âđ đ đđđđđ đ¨ đđžđžđ˝ đđ đđžđđđđźđ đđ đđşđđžđđ đşđđ˝ đźđđşđđđž đżđđđđ, đ¸/đ đ¨âđ đ đ˝đ đđđđ đđşđđ đđđđ đž đđđ đ˝đđđđ đđđđ đđşđđžđđ, đđžđş?â-đ§đđşđđş đşđđđžđ˝â â đŹđ˛đŽđľ đ đťđ˛đ˛đą đđź đ˝đśđ°đ¸ đđźđşđ˛đđľđśđťđ´ đźđđ đŽđťđđđŽđđ â - đ¸đđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝ â âđ˛đđđžđđđđđ đđđşđ đźđşđ đđ đđ đđżđż đžđşđđđ đâ - đśđđžđžđđ đđžđşđđžđ˝ đđđđ đž đżđ đđđđžđđđđ đđžđ đ đşđđđžđâ â đ đŽđđŻđ˛ â - đ¸đđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝ đťđşđźđâ âđŽđ đđđđ đđđžâđ đđžđđđđđ đđ đđ đđđđđđđ!!â -đŹđđđđťđđđ đ đşđđđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđž đđđđđž âđśđşđđ đđđşđ đşđťđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđşđđž?â - đ˛đđž đťđşđźđđđđşđźđđžđ˝â âđŽđ, đđđşđâđ đđđđž đđđž đđđđž đđşđđ˝ đđđžđ đđđžđđž đźđđđđđ đđđđž đđđđđđđ đđđđđ?â - đśđđžđžđđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝â âđŹđ˛đŽđľ, đđľđŽđâđ đđľđ đ đđŽđśđą đşđŽđđŻđ˛, đđł đ đąđźđťâđ đ˛đťđą đđ˝ đđśđđľ đŽđťđđźđťđ˛ đđźđťđśđ´đľđ đ°đŽđť đ đ°đżđŽđđľ đŽđ đđźđđż đ˝đšđŽđ°đ˛ đ đźđźđťđŻđđđš? â - đ¸đđ đşđđđžđ˝â âđ§đ¤đ¸, đđđ đđđđ đđžđâ -đśđđžđžđđ đđđžđđđđđđžđ˝ đđ đ˝đđđťđžđ đđžđżâ âđśđž đ đđđž đđđđžđđđžđâ đŹđđđđťđđđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝ â đ¸đ¤đ đ§, đžđđşđźđđ đ đđđ đđđđ đ˝ đđđž đđđ đ đđşđ đđđ, đśđđşđ đşđťđđđ đŹđ¤đ¤?!â -đ˛đđž đđđžđđđđđđžđ˝ â đ đđŽđśđą đľđ˛đż đŻđ˛đ°đŽđđđ˛ đđľđ˛âđ đđľđ˛ đźđťđšđ đźđťđ˛ đąđżđśđđśđťđ´ đđľđ˛đżđ˛ đŽđťđą đŻđŽđ°đ¸ đđźđŻđ˛đż, đđľđ˛ đđśđšđš đŻđ˛ đđśđżđ˛đą đŽđťđą đđźđđż đ˝đšđŽđ°đ˛ đśđ đ°đšđźđđ˛đż đđľđŽđť đşđśđťđ˛.â -đ¸đđ đžđđđ đşđđđžđ˝â âđŽđâ đśđđžđžđđ đ đşđđđđžđ˝â âđ§đđ đşđđž đđđ đ˝đđđđ đđđđđđđ đ˝đđđđđđđ đđžđâ -đ˛đđ đşđ đđđşđđžđ˝â âđ§đ¤đ¸, đ¨ đđşđ˝ đđ đđđž-đđşđđž 5 đđđđđđžđ đşđđ đâđşđ đ đđđđ đđ đđâ -đśđđžđžđđ đťđđźđđžđđžđ˝ đťđşđźđâ âđ¨âđ đ đđžđ đđđž đżđđđžđťđşđ đ đ, đťđžđżđđđž đđđž đżđđđđđđžđ đđđžđ đşđ đ đđ đđžđ đđđâ -đŹđđđđťđđđ đđđđžđ˝ đđđđing đťđşđźđ đđ đđđž đđđđźđđžđâ âđśđ đ¨đł đ¨ đśđ đđł đłđ§đ¤ đŽđłđ§đ¤đą đŚđąđ¤đ¤đ đ đŻđŻđŤđ¤!â -đśđđžđžđđ đđžđ đ đžđ˝ đşđżđđžđ đŹđđđđťđđđ â âđ đđđđşđđ, đ¸đđ đ đđđ đđ đđđ đđ đ¨đ˝ đżđđźđ.â -đ§đşđđđş đđđđđ đžđ đđžđ đťđđđđ âđđđ đżđşđ đ đťđşđźđ đ đşđđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđşđđđđ đźđđşđđâ â đ¨âđ đđžđđđđđ, đđđž đžđđđđđžđ˝ đťđşđźđ đ´đŚđ§ đ˛đŽ đ§đŽđłâ â đđľđśđšđš đśđł đđ˛ đ´đ˛đ đđźđź đąđżđđťđ¸, đđ˛ đşđśđ´đľđ đ˛đťđą đđ˝ đŻđŽđ°đ¸ đđźđ´đ˛đđľđ˛đż â -đ¸đđ đđđđžđ˝â âđ¨đ đđđşđ đş đđđđđđđž? -đ˛đđž đżđđ đ đđđžđ˝, đ¸đđ đđđşđđžđ˝ đşđ đžđşđźđ đđđđžđ đťđžđżđđđž đťđđđđžđ˝ đđđ đ đşđđđđđđâ âđĄđ đ§đ đ§đ đ§đ â âđŽđ đ đžđâđ đđđđşđđđđđžđ đđđđ đđşđđ đťđžđźđşđđđž đđâđ đşđ đđđđ 8 đşđđ˝ I đđžđžđ˝ đđ đ˝đ đŹđđđđťđđđ đđşđđ đđđ đťđžđżđđđž đđđž đźđđşđđđžđ đđžđ đđđđ˝â -đ§đđşđđş đžđđđ đşđđđ
âđ đ đđđđđ đđž đşđđž đşđ đ đđđ đđż đđđžđžđ đşđđđ đž đťđđ đđž đđđ đźđđžđđđ, đźđđźđđđđ, đşđđ˝ đđđđ đđđđžđ đđđž đ¨ đđžđđžđ đđžđžđ đťđşđźđ đťđđ đşđđđđşđđ ,đđžđđž đđđ đđâ -đśđđžđžđđ đđđđđž when đđžđđđđing ďżź â đŞđľđ˛đżđ˛âđ đ đźđźđťđŻđđđš? â- đ¸đđ đşđđđžđ˝ peeking đťđžđđđđ˝ đđžđâ âđŽđ đđđžâđ đđžđ đđđđ đźđ đžđşđ đđ đťđžđźđşđđđž đđđâđđž đđđđđđşđđž đđ đźđđđđđ đđđđž đđđđđđđ đđđđđ?â -đśđđžđžđđ đđžđđđđ˝đžđ˝ đđđâ â đŚđľđśđ đđ˛đŽđľ, đ đłđźđżđ´đźđ â âđ¸đđ đđđđđ đ˝ đđđđťđşđťđ đ đđžđđ đđđžđ đđđ đđđđ đ đđđžđ đ đđđâđ đťđž đźđđđđđ đđđđž đđđđđđđ â -đ§đđşđđş đđşđđâ âđŹđ˛đŽđľ, đđźđâđżđ˛ đżđśđ´đľđ â -đ¸đđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝ đđđđ đž đśđđžđžđđ đđşđđ˝đžđ˝ đđđ đđđđ đđđđđž.


đ¸đđ đşđđ˝ đŹđđđđťđđđ đđşđđđžđ˝ đđđž đźđşđ đđđđ đž đđđž đđžđđ đđż đđđž đđđđ đ đ đđđžđ˝ đđ đđđđ đ đđđđžđ˝ đşđđđ đ đ đđđžđ đ đđđđžđ˝ đżđđ đđđ đťđđđ đđ đđđđ đđ, âđŁđ đđđ đđžđž đđđžđ?â đśđđžđžđđ đşđđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđžđ đđđ đźđ đđđžđ đđ đđđž đťđđđđźđžđâ âđŽđ, đđžđđžđđđđđ˝ đ¨ đđžđž đđđžđâ -Sđđž đđžđđ đđžđ˝â âđśđşđđž đđđžđ đđđžđâ-đ˛đđ đşđ đđşđđ˝ đ đ đđđž đşđ đđ đđđđžđ˝ đđ đđžđ đđđđ đşđđđžđđđđđ, đđđ đđđşđđđžđ˝ đđşđ đđđđ đżđşđđđžđ,đđđžđ đđđ đđđ đźđ đđđžđ đđđđ đŹđđđđťđđđ đđ đđđđđ đ đşđđžđşđ˝ đđż đđđ, đŤđđđđđđ đ˝đđđ đżđđ đş đđžđźđđđ˝ ,đ đđđž đş đťđ đđđ đđż đşđ đžđđž, đ đđşđ đ đđ đşđđ đđđđ đđđ,â đđ-đđđđŠ! â -đ¸đđ đđžđşđđ˝ â đşđ đđđđ đđşđđđđ đđđđđťđ đž đťđşđźđ đşđ đđđ đđđşđťđťđžđ˝ đđđđ đđđž đđ đźđşđ đ đžđ˝ đđşđ đ â đđđ°đ¸-đŚđźđżđżđ đś đąđśđąđťâđ đşđ˛đŽđť đđź đ´đżđŽđŻ đđźđ â -đ¸đđ đđđžđđđžđ˝ đťđşđźđ đđđđđđ đđ đđžđđşđđ đđđđ đťđşđ đşđđźđž đđđžđ đđđđž đ đžđđđđđ đđđ đđâ âđđ¤đ§đ§đŽ, đđ¤-đŽđ¤đŞâđ§đ đđđŁđ đ đŹđđ¨đŁâđŠ đĄđ¤đ¤đ đđŁđ đđđđđŁđ đ˘đ. đđ¤đ§đ§đŽ đđđđđŁ â -đ§đž đşđđđ đđđđđžđ˝ đşđđşđđ đşđ đđž đđđžđžđ đžđ˝ đ˝đđđ đđ đđžđ đđđđ đđđđđž đđşđđ˝đđđ đđ đťđşđźđ đđ đđđ, noticing ďżźđđşđđ đđ đđđ đşđđ, đ˛đžđžđđđ đđđ đđđđ đž đşđđ˝ đđžđđđđđ đş đđ đđđđđž đđż đđđ đ đđ đđđđâ âđŞđđđđđž đđđ đşđ đđđđ đđđ đ đžđ˝ đđđž đđđđ ââ -đ đđđđđđžđ đťđ đđđ˝đž đđşđ đđđđđđžđ˝ đżđđđ đťđžđđđđ˝ đđđ ââđşđ đ đžđşđđ đđđđđđ˝đđźđž đđđđđđžđ đż đťđžđżđđđž đđđ đđđđ đđžđâ -đ¸đđ đ đşđđđđžđ˝ đşđ đ˛đđ đşđ đşđđđđđşđźđđžđ˝ đđđ âđ¸/đ, đşđđž đđđ đđ?â -đđđž đđđđđžđ đđđđşđđ˝đ đđđâ â đŹđ˛đŽđľ, đˇđđđ đŽ đđšđśđ´đľđ đ°đźđťđ°đđđđśđźđť â -đ¸đđ đđđđžđ˝ đđşđđing đđđ, đ đđđđđđ đťđşđźđ to đđžđž đđđžđ đ đşđđđđđđ đşđ đđžđ đ đşđ đş đżđžđ đđđđžđ đđđđ đşđđđđđşđźđđđđ đđđžđ. âđśđđşđ đđđž đđžđ đ đđşđ đđđşđ đđđđ đ đ â -đ§đđşđđş đşđđđžđ˝ đđđđ đž đđžđžđđđđ đťđşđźđ đşđ đđđžđ.â â đđśđąđťâđ đđźđ đđ˛đ˛ đ đđŽđ đľđśđ đŻđ đŽ đđŽđšđš? â -đ¸đđ đ đşđđđđžđ˝ đşđ đŹđđđđťđđđ đźđđžđźđđžđ˝ đżđđ đşđđ đđđđđşđđ đđđşđ đđşđ đđşđđž đđźđźđđđđžđ˝â âđ¸đžđş đđđşđ đş đżđđźđđ đđđđşđżđżđžâ -đ˛đđ đşđ đđđđžđâ âđ¸đđ đđşđ đđđşđ đđđ?â đ§đđşđđş đđđđđ đžđ đşđ đđđž đ đđđđ đťđşđźđ đşđ đđđžđâ âđ¸đžđş đžđđžđđđđđž đđşđ? đ¸đđđ đđşđ đđđđ đşđťđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđđ?â-đŹđđđđťđđđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝â -đśđđžđžđđ đđđ đ đđđđđ đžđ˝ đşđđ˝ đđşđđ˝â âđ¸đđ đťđđ đşđđ˝ đđşđ đ đđ đťđđđ đđşđđâ -đ¸đđ đşđ đ đ đşđđđđžđ˝ â đŚđľđđ đđ˝, đđľđ˛đâđšđš đľđ˛đŽđż đđźđ â -đ¸đđ đťđžđđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđž đđđ đ đđđđđžđ˝ đđđđ đž đđşđđđđ âđ đđđđ đ đđđž đđđđžđđđžâđ đđžđđđđđ đ đşđđ˝ đđđđđđđ..â đťđžđżđđđž đđđž đđđ đ đ đđđž đđđđ đ đťđşđźđ đđ đ đđđž âđ§đžđ, đ¸/đ đđđđđ?â đđđ đđžđşđđ˝ đťđžđđđđ˝ đđđ đđđđđžđ˝ đşđđđđđ˝ đđ đđžđž. âđđšđŽđť ?â -đ¸đđ đđđžđđž đđşđđžđ đşđťđşđźđ đ đ đđž đđşđ đđđ đđđđžđđđž đđđ đžđđđžđźđđžđ˝ đđ đđžđž đđż đđž đđđžđđž đťđžđđđ đđđđžđđâŚâ đ đľđŽđđ˛đťâđ đđ˛đ˛đť đđźđ đđśđťđ°đ˛ đđźđšđšđ˛đ´đ˛ âŚ
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âđ đđśđŚđ´đ´ đşđ°đś đ¸đŠđŚđłđŚ đľđ°đ° đ´đđ°đ¸ đŤđśđŻđ¨đŹđ°đ°đŹâ-đđŞđŽđŞđŻ đľđŚđ˘đ´đŚđĽâ âđđĄđ¤đŹ? đđđâŚđâđ˘ đđŞđ¨đŠ đŹđđđŠđđŁđ đđ¤đ§ đđđ§ đŠđ¤ đđđŠ đđ¤đ§đđ đ¤đ đŠđđđŠ.â -đđŚ đŠđ˘đđ§đŠđŚđ˘đłđľđŚđĽđđş đŤđ°đŹđŚđĽ đđ°đ°đŹđŞđŻđ¨ đŁđ˘đ¤đŹ đ˘đľ đşđ°đśâ âđđ° đľđŠđŞđ´ đŞđ´ đŹđ°đ°đŹđŞđŚđ´ đ§đŞđłđ´đľ đ§đśđ¤đŹ đ˘đľ đŠđŞđ´ đŻđŚđ¸ đąđđ˘đ¤đŚâ -đđ˘đŚ đŤđ°đŹđŚđĽ đ˘đđ°đŻđ¨â âđđŞđłđ´đľ đ˘đŻđĽ đŽđ°đ´đľ đĽđŚđ§đŞđŻđŞđľđŚđđş đŻđ°đľ đđ˘đ´đľ, đ đŠđŚđ˘đłđĽ đşđ°đśđł đłđ°đ°đŽđŽđ˘đľđŚ đŞđ´ đ˘ đ¨đŞđłđâ-đđ˘đŽđŤđ°đ°đŻ đđ°đľđŚđĽ â âYđŚđ˘ đ´đŠđŚ đŹđŚđŚđąđ´ đľđŠđ˘đľ đ§đśđ¤đŹđŻ đ˘đąđłđ˘đľđŽđ˘đŻđľ đ¤đđŚđ˘đŻ, đđŞđĽ đ´đŠđŚ đŚđˇđŚđł đ´đŚđŚ đľđŠđŚ đŻđ°đľđŚ đşđ°đś đđŚđ§đľ?â -đđ°đ´đŚđ°đŹ đ˘đ´đŹđŚđĽâ âđđ đŽđđđ, đ¨đđ đ¨đđđ đ¨đđ đŹđđ¨ đ¨đŠđđŽđđŁđ đ¤đŤđđ§ đđŠ đ đđ§đđđŁđđ¨ đĽđĄđđđ đŠđ¤đŁđđđđŠ đ¨đ¤ đ đđ¤đŠ đŠđđ đđĽđđ§đŠđ˘đđŁđŠ đŠđ¤ đ˘đŽđ¨đđĄđ đđŁđ đŠđđ đ§đđ¨đŠ đŹđđŠđ đđđ§ â-đŠđŚ đ¸đŞđŻđŹđŚđĽ đ˘đ´ đŠđŚ đđ°đ°đŹđŚđĽ đľđ°đ¸đ˘đłđĽđ´ đşđ°đś đ˘đŻđĽ đ´đ°đŽđŚ đ¨đśđşâ âđđŠ đđ°đ°đŹđ´ đđŞđŹđŚ đ´đŠđŚâđ´ đ˘đđłđŚđ˘đĽđş đ¨đ°đľ đŠđŚđł đŁđ˘đ¤đŹđśđą đąđđ˘đŻâ -đđŞđŻ đ˘đŻđĽ đđ˘đŚ đđ˘đśđ¨đŠ đ˘đľ đ đ°đ°đŻđ¨đŞđ´ đ¤đ°đŽđŽđŚđŻđľâ â đâđ˘ đŁđ¤đŠ đŹđ¤đ§đ§đđđ â -đđśđŻđ¨đŹđ°đ°đŹ đ´đľđ˘đľđŚâđ´ đ¸đŞđľđŠ đ˘ đ´đŽđŞđđŚ đ˘đ´ đŠđŚ đ´đľđŚđ˘đđ´ đ˘ đ¨đđ˘đŻđ¤đŚ đ˘đľ đşđ°đś đŁđŚđ§đ°đłđŚ đđ˘đľđ¤đŠđŞđŻđ¨ đşđ°đś đđľđŚđą iđŻđ´đŞđĽđŚâ âđđŠ, đ đŹđŻđ°đ¸ đ đ¸đ˘đ´ đľđ˘đđŹđŞđŻđ¨ đ˘đŁđ°đśđľ đşđ°đś đŁđŚđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đŁđ˘đ¤đŹđśđąâ đŚđˇđŚđłđşđ°đŻđŚ đđ˘đśđ¨đŠđŚđĽ đ˘đ´ đŤđśđŻđ¨đŹđ°đ°đŹ đŠđŞđľđ´ đŤđŞđŽđŞđŻ đ§đ°đł đđ˘đśđ¨đŠđŞđŻđ¨ đľđŠđŚ đŠđ˘đłđĽđŚđ´đľâ

đśđž đşđ đ đđđ đđ đđđž đťđđđđ, đťđžđżđđđž đ đ đşđ đđşđđ˝ đđž đđşđ đđđđđ đđ đźđşđđźđ đđ đđđđ đđđ đ đşđđžđ, đ đ đđđđđđ đđđ đđđžđ đđ đđşđ đťđđ đ đđđđ đđđžđ đđđ đđşđ đđđ đşđ đđđđ đ˝đđđ đđđ đđşđ đşđđ˝ ,đŹđđđđ đşđ đđžđ đ đđđ đđşđđđ, đĽđđđ đş đđđđ đđđđ đťđđđđžđ đđđđ đđđşđ đđşđđđžđ˝ đťđ đđđ đťđđđđ. âđ§đžđ, đđđşđ đ˝đđ˝ đđđ đđđđđ?, đśđşđđâđ đđž đđđž đđđ đđż đđđ đđđđđđźđ đźđ đşđđ đđ đźđđ đ đžđđž?â -đŹđđđđťđđđ đşđđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđžđžđđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝ đđđđ, âđ¸đžđş đşđđ˝ đźđđžđđđźđşđ /đťđđđ đđđ đťđžđźđşđđđž đđž đżđđźđđžđ˝ đđđž đđžđşđźđđžđâ âđśđ§đ đłâ đđđ đşđ đ đđźđđžđşđđžđ˝ âđ§đđđ§ đŞđđŚ đđđ ! đ đšđśđđ˛đżđŽđšđšđ đ´đźđđđśđ˝đ˛đą đŽđŻđźđđ đśđ đđśđđľ đľđśđş!!! â - đ¸đđ đđžđđ đđžđ˝ đđđđźđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđ đđžđđžđđťđžđđžđ˝ đżđđđđ đđžđ đ đđđ đđđ đđđž đđđđđđ đşđťđđđ đđ. âđđżđ˛ đđźđ đđđżđ˛ đđľđ˛đ˛đťđś? â-đ¸đđ đ˝đđđťđđžđ˝ her đşbout it â đ¸đŽđ´ đŞđđŽđś đ¨ đśđŽđ´đŤđŁ đđ¤đľđ¤đą đŤđ¨đ¤ đ đĄđŽđ´đł đŚđŽđ˛đ˛đ¨đŻâ -đ˛đđž đ˝đžđżđžđđ˝đžđ˝ đđžđđđžđ đżâ đđžđ đ đđžđşđ đşđ đđđđđđ đđ đđşđ đđşđđ˝ đđ đťđžđ đđžđđž đşđ đżđđđđ đźđđđđđ˝đžđđđđ đđž đđžđđđđđžđ đ đđžđžđđžđ˝ đđđđžđđžđđđžđ˝ đđ đđđž đđđťđđžđźđ đťđđ đđđ đşđ đđşđđ đđđđđđđ đđ đđşđ đđžđđđ˝ đđđžđ đđđ đđđžđđž đđđ˝đ˝đžđđ đ 2đžđ˝ đ¨đ đđđž đźđ đşđđ đđđđ đş 4.8 đđđş đşđđ˝ đđđ đđşđ 3.5 đđ đđžđđžđ đźđđđđđžđ˝ đđđđ đđđđ˝ đđđ đžđđžđ đşđżđđžđ đđđ đđđ đżđđźđđžđ˝ đđ đđđž đ đđťđđşđđâ â đ đťđ˛đ˛đą đŽ đąđżđśđťđ¸! âđ¸đđ đđşđđ˝ đşđ đđđ đđđ đđâ â đŽđ§ đŹđ¤ đłđŽđŽâ -đ˛đđ đşđ đżđđ đ đđđžđ˝ đđđ đťđđ đđđ đťđžđżđđđž đđđž đđđ đđđž đđđ˝đžđđ đđđşđ đđđžđđž đđđđđđ đşđ đđžđ đđ đđđž đđşđ đđ đđđâ â đđ˛đ đ đŽđ´đ´đśđ˛ đšđ˛đ đşđ˛ đ´đ˛đ đŽ đŻđšđ˛đťđąđ˛đą đ°đźđ°đźđťđđ đşđŽđżđ´đŽđżđśđđŽ,đ đŽđ¸đ˛ đśđ đŽ đąđźđđŻđšđ˛ đŽđťđą đŚđźđšđŽđż? â đ đ đŹđžđđşđ đđđđ đđđž đđđ˝đžđ đşđđ˝ đđđđžđ đťđ đ˛đđ đşđ đđđžđ đđđđ đđđž đđđđđ đđ đđđž đđşđťđ đž đžđđźđžđđ đżđđ đđđđđ â đ¸đđ đđđ đźđđđđđ?â -đ˛đđ đşđ đşđđđžđ˝ coming đťđşđźđ đżđđ đđđž đđđđžđ đ˝đđđđđ âđŹđ˛đŽ , đâđšđš đ°đźđşđ˛ đśđť đŽ đŻđśđ. â -đ¸đđ đđđ đ˝ đđžđ đşđżđđžđ đżđđđđđđđđ đđđđ đđşđđđşđđđđşâ
â đžđđŁ đ đđŞđŠ đŽđ¤đŞ đ đ¨đđ¤đŠ đŹđđđĄđ đŽđ¤đŞđ§ đđ¤đŽđđ§đđđŁđ đđ¨ đđ¤đŁđâ đ˘đşđđđđ đđżđż đđđşđđ˝, đđđ đđđđ đđ đđžđž đđđ đđđđ đž đťđşđđžđ đ đđžđşđźđđđđ đđđ đťđđ đžđđžđ, đđžđžđđđ đđđ đ˝đđđđ đž đđđđ đđ đđ đđđž đđđ˝đž đđşđ˝đž đđđ đ đđđ đźđđđž đżđđ đş đťđđ˝đ đ đđđž đđđ, đşđđ˝ đđđşđ đ˘đşđ đđđ đŞđ đžđđ đł-đđđđđ đ˝đđ˝đâđ đđđđž đđđ đđđđđđźđž đžđđđžđ, đťđđ đťđžđđđ˝đžđ đđđşđ ,đ§đđşđđş đ˝đžđżđđđđđžđ đ đđđžđ đđđşđ đđđž đđşđ đđşđ đđđđ đşđťđđđ đđđžđ đđđž đđşđđ˝ đ đđđ đşđđ˝ đđđââ đđ đŽđ¤đŞ đ đđđĽ đĄđ¤đ¤đ đđŁđ đđŠ đ˘đ đĄđđ đ đŠđđđŠâŚâ-đ§đž đźđđžđźđđžđ˝ đđđ đđđ đđžđđđđđ đźđ đđđžđ đđ đđđ â âđ đ˘đđđđŠ đŠđđ đ đŽđ¤đŞ đđ¤đ˘đ đđđđ¤đ§đ đŠđđđŠ đđ§đđŁđ , đŠđđđŠâđ¨ đ¤đ đđ¤đŞđ§đ¨đ đđ đŽđ¤đŞâđ đĄđđŠ đ˘đ â -đ˛đ đđđ đđđđđžđ˝ đşđđđđđ˝ đşđđ˝ đźđşđ đ đžđ˝ đđđâ âđ đŽđ´đ´đśđ˛ đłđźđđż đđľđźđđ đ˝đšđ˛đŽđđ˛ââ -đ§đž đđđđźđđ đ đşđ˝đ˝đžđ˝ đđşđđđđ đđđ đđđ đđđž đđđ˝đžđ đđ đđđ đťđđ đ đ¸đđ đťđđđ đ đşđđđđžđ˝ đşđđ˝ đđđ đđđžđđđ đźđđđżđđđđşđťđ đž, đđž đđđ đđđ đđşđđ˝ đđ đđđđđ đ đđžđđđžđ˝ đđ đđđđ đťđşđđž đťđşđźđ ,đžđşđźđ đđđđ đđşđđđđ đđ đžđşđđđžđ đđ đđşđ đđž đđ đđđ đđđđ đž đđžâđ đźđşđđžđđđđđ đđđđ đťđşđźđ đđžđđđ đ đťđđ đđđžđ đđ đ đđđđ đž đđđđđđđ đđ đđđđđ đ đđ đđđđ đđşđđđ đşđ đđđ đđđđźđđžđ˝ đđđ đşđđ đđđşđźđđđ đşđđ˝ đşđđđđđ đđđ đşđťđđđ đđđ đđşđđđđđ. đ¸đđ đđđđ đ˝ đđźđźđşđđđđđşđ đ đ đđžđşđđđđ đđđ, đđđ đ đđđ đşđ đđđ đđşđđđ đş đ đđđđ đž đşđ đđđ đşđđđžđ˝ đđđ đşđťđđđ đđđđđžđ đż đłđđđđ đđđ đđžâđ 26, đ đđđ˝đžđ đżđđ đ˘đşđ đđđ đŞđ đžđđ đşđđ˝ đ˝đđđž đťđđđđđ đżđđ đżđđ. đśđđđ đž đđđ đźđşđđžđ˝ đđ đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđ đşđđ˝ đđđž đťđşđ
âŚđđđşđ đđşđ 4 đđđđđ đşđđ đ đ đđđđ đđđ đđşđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđ đđ đđđž đźđđđđžđ đđż đđđž đźđ đđť, đđžâđ đşđđđşđźđđžđ˝ đđ đđđđ đđžđźđ đżđžđžđ đđđ đşđ đđđ đťđđžđşđđ đđžđ đđžđşđđžđđ đ đşđđđđşđźđđđđž, đťđđ đđđđđđđ đđđđđđ đ đđđđđ đž đđđđ đťđžđźđşđđđž đđđâđđž đđ đżđđźđđ đđđđđ. đĽđžđžđ đđđ đđ đđđ đđđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đźđžđđđžđ đđşđđđđ đđđđ đ˝đđžđđ đđđşđ đđđ đ đžđ˝ đđ, đđđđđ˝đđđ đđđđđđžđ đż đđ đđđžđ đđ đżđžđžđ đđđđžđđđđđ đđđşđ đđđâđđž đťđđđ đşđđž đđđ đžđđđ đ đťđžđđđđđ đżđđ â đ˝đšđ˛đŽđđ˛ đ¸đźđźđ¸..â Yđđ đđđđđđžđ đşđđ˝ đđ đžđşđ˝ đŤđđđđđđ đđ đđđ đžđđžđ đđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđ đ˝đžđđđžđđşđđžđ đ đđđ đđžđžđ˝đžđ˝ đđđ, đđşđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđđđ đđđ đđžđşđđ đđžđşđđđđ đđđ đđđşđ đđ đđđđđ đ, đťđžđżđđđž đđžđ đđđđ đđđ đđžđ đđđđ đđđđđž, đşđ đđđđđđ đđžđđđđ đđşđ đş đťđđ đżđđđđ, đđđ đđđđ đ đđžđđžđđťđžđ đđşđ đđđđ đđ đ˛đđ đşđ đđžđşđđđđđđđ đđžđ đđđ đđđđ đ˝ đťđž đđ đđđđ đđđđđđđđ đşđ đđž đđşđđ˝ đđđđ˝ đđđđđ đđ đđđ đżđđđžđđ˝đ đđđ đ˝đđđ đđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ đşđđ , đđđž đđşđđ đ˝đđđđž đđşđ đş đťđ đđđđžđ˝ đşđ đđđ đđđ đ đđžđđžđđťđžđ đđđ đ đđżđđđđ đđđ đđ, đđđşđđđđđ đđđđ đđđ đ đžđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ đđşđđđ đđđđ đ§đđ đđşđđ˝đ đđ đđđđ đ˝đđžđđ đđđđđđđ đşđ đđđđ đđđđ đ đşđźđžđ đđđđđ đşđđ˝ đđşđ đđđđ đđđ đđ đđđ đťđžđ˝đđđđ đđžđđ â đ˝đđđ, đŽđ¤đŞ đđĄđ§đđđđŠ? â-đ§đž đşđđđžđ˝â đ¸đđ đ˝đđ˝đâđ đşđđđđžđ, đđđđ đđđđ đđżđż đşđđ˝ đđžđşđ đ đşđđ˝ đđđ đđşđźđđžđ đđđşđ đđž đđşđ˝ đđđşđđđžđ˝ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ đžđşđđ đđžđ đđđşđ đđđđđ, đđž đđşđđźđđžđ˝ đđđ đđžđ đđ đđđđ đđđžđžđ đđđťđđđđđđđđ đđđ đđžđşđđ, đđžđžđđđ đşđ đđ đđđđ đđđđ đżđđđ đđđ đ đđđđđđ đşđ đđđ đ đđđž đđđđ, đ¸đđ đđ đđ˝ đđđ đ˘đžđ đđđ đŞđ đžđđ boxers đşđđ˝ đđžđşđđ đŁđđđ đşđ đđđ đ˝đđźđ đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđđ đźđđđ đşđđ˝ đđžđđđđđ đđ đđđž đđđ đđż đđđđ đđđđž â đđŞđđ đŽ/đŁ, đđ¤đŁâđŠ đĄđ¤đ¤đ đđŠ đ˘đ đŠđđđŠ đŹđđŽ â-đ§đž đ đđđđ đ đđđž đđžâđ đđđđđđ đđ đťđž đşđ đđžđđđ đž đđđžđ đđđ đ˝đđđ đđđđ đđşđđ đđđ đđż đđđđ đżđşđźđž đťđđ đđđ đźđşđ đđžđ đ đđžâđ đđžđđđđđ đđđđşđđđžđđâ âđđśđ¸đ˛ đđľđŽđ.â -Yđđ đşđđ đşđ đđđ đđđşđđ đđđżđđ đ đ đđźđđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ đťđđ đđđđđťđťđđđ đşđźđđđđ đđžđşđ˝, đđđđđđđ đđ đđ đđđ đ đđžđžđđđ đđđž đđđž đźđđ đżđşđ đ đ˝đđđ đđđ đşđđđžđđ đđžđ˝ đđžđşđ˝ , âđđđ đ đŽđ¤đŞ đŹđđŁđŠ đ˘đ đŠđ¤ đđŞđđ đŽđ¤đŞ đŁđŞđ˘đâŚâ -đ§đžâđ đťđđžđşđđđ đžđđđ đ đđşđđ đđđđđđ đđđ đťđžđđ đđ đťđž đş đđžđđđ đžđđşđ đşđźđđđđ đ đđđž đđż đđđ đđđžđđž đđ đżđđşđđđ đž đżđđ đđđ đđ đđşđđ˝đ đž, đşđđ˝ đđđşđâđ đđđžđ đđđ đđşđđ˝. â đ§đľđŽđâđ đŽđšđš đâđş đŽđđ¸đśđťđ´ đłđźđż đ¸đźđźđ¸âŚâ
đ¸đđ đđ đđ˝đž đđđ đ đžđđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ đ˝đđđ đşđ đżđşđ đşđ đđđ đźđđđ đ˝ ,đžđđžđ đđşđđđđđ đşđ đđđ đđđ đđ đđşđđž đđđ đđđđ đž, đđđđđ đđđđ đ đžđżđ đđşđđ˝ đđ đźđđđžđ đđđşđ đđđ đźđđđ đ˝đâđ đđşđđž đşđ đđđ đđşđ˝ đđđşđđđžđ˝ đťđşđ đđđ đş đżđđđ đżđđ đ đđż đđđđ đđşđđ đđ đđžđ đş đťđžđđđžđ đ đđđ đşđ đđđ đđşđđđđ đđđ đđ đđđźđžđ đ, đđž đ đđđđ đ˝đđđ đđ đđžđ đş đđ đşđđźđž đđż đđ đđ đđđđđđ, đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ đđşđđ˝ đđđ đđđşđđ đđ đşđđđđ đđđđ đđđ đťđşđ đ đ đđđđđźđžđđđ đđđžđ đđž đđđşđđđžđ˝ đđđđşđđđđ đşđ đđđşđ, đđđ đ đžđ đđđ đđşđđž đźđđđđđđ đđż đđđđ đđđđđ đđđžđ đđđ đżđžđžđ đđđ đđđđżđ đđđ đđđ đťđđ˝đ đşđ đđž đđžđşđźđđžđ đđđ đ đđđđ đđđ đ đđđ đđđ đžđđžđ đťđşđźđ đşđđ˝ đ đžđşđđđđ đşđđşđđđđ đđđž đđşđ đ đżđđ đđđđđđđ đđž đđđ đđ đđđđ đđžđşđ˝ đťđşđźđ đđ đđžđ đş đťđžđđđžđ đ đđđ đđż đđđ đşđ đđž đđşđ đđ đđđđđžđ đż đđ đđđđ đżđşđźđž, đ˛đžđžđđđ đđđ đđđđđžđ đđşđđđđđ đđ đđžđ đđđ đžđđžđđ đ đşđđ đ˝đđđ đđž đđşđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ, â đđ¤đŹâđ¨ đŠđđđŠ đđđđŽ?â âđ đľđşâ âđđ¤đ¤đ, đâđ˘ đ¨đŠđđ§đŤđđŁđâ đđž đżđđđđđđžđ˝ đđşđđđđ đđżđż đđđ đđžđşđđ đşđđ˝ đđđđđđđ đđşđđđđđ đđž đđđźđđ đđđ đđ đşđđ˝ đđđđ đđđ đđ đđđž đžđ˝đđž đđż đđđž đťđžđ˝ đđđđžđžđđđđ đđđđ đşđđ, đđđ đ˝đžđđđžđđşđđžđ đ đđžđşđźđ đżđđ đđđ đđđđđ đđşđđđđđ đđ đđžđž đđđ đđđđđđđ đđ đđž đđşđđžđ đđ đđż đşđ đđž đđđđđžđ đđđ đťđşđźđ đ˝đđđ đđžđ đđđđ đđđ đđşđđž đđż đđđđ đđžđžđ đ âđżđ¤đŁâđŠ đđ đđŁđĽđđŠđđđŁđŠ đđđđ, đŹđ đđđŤđ đđĄđĄ đŁđđđđŠ â đđž đđđđđđžđ˝ đđşđđđđ đđđđ đ˝đđžđđ đđ đđđž đđđđžđ đđđ˝đž đđż đđđž đđđđ âđđđđŠ đđ§đ đŽđ¤đŞ đŹđđđŠđđŁđ đđ¤đ§? â đ¸đđ đşđđđžđ˝ đđđžđđđđ đđđđ đ đžđđ ,đşđđ˝ đđđđđđđ đđşđđđđđ đđž đđđđđ đđ đđđđ đźđ đđ ,đđşđđđđ đđđ đđşđđ, đđž đđ đđđ đ đ đđźđđđđ đđđđ đżđđ đ˝đ đđşđđđđ đđđ đđđđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđ đđđđđ đ, đđđťđťđ đđđ đđ đđđđ đźđ đđ, đđđ đżđđđđ đ đđđ đ˝đ đđđ đĄđşđźđ đđđđ đđđ, đđđđđ đťđşđźđ đđ đđđźđđđđ đđđâđđž đźđ đđ đđđđ đž đđđđđđđ đđ đđđ đđđ˝đ˝đ đž đżđđđđžđ đđ đđ đđđ đ đđşđđđđ đđđ đđđşđ đđđşđ đđđâđđž đťđžđžđ đđđ đ˝đđđ đťđşđźđ. âđđľ-đ¸đźđźđ¸ đđđ°-đłđŽđŽđđđ˛đż !â
đ¸đđ đťđžđđđžđ˝ đżđđ đđđ đżđžđžđ đđđ đđđ đđđđžđžđđž đđđđ đđđ đđđđžđđđžđ đđđđđđđ đşđđđđđžđ đżđđđđžđ đşđđ˝ đđž đťđđđđžđ˝ đżđşđđđžđ đźđđđ đđđ đđđ đżđđđđžđđ đşđ đđđ đżđžđ đ đđđđ đťđđ˝đ đđžđđđđđ đđđ, đđđđđ đżđşđđđžđ đşđ đđž đđžđşđđ đđđđ đđđşđđđđ đđžđđđđđ đđ đđđđ, đ¸đđđ đđşđđ˝đ đđđđđđđ đđ đđđ đđşđđ, đđđđ đđđşđ đđđ đżđžđžđ đđđđ đťđđ˝đ đťđđđđđđ, đ đđđđđđ đ˝đđđ đđ đđžđž đđđ đđđđđđ đžđđžđ đđ đđđđđ đżđđđ đđđž đđđđ đđžđžđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđž đđđđ˝đđ đźđđđđşđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đžđđžđ đđžđžđđđ đđđşđđ đşđ đđđž đđžđşđ đđ đđđđ đťđđ˝đ đżđđđđ, đđđđđđđđđ đđ đđđ đşđ đđđ đźđđ đşđ đđž đđđđžđđžđ˝ đđđžđ đđđ đđşđđźđđđđ đđđ đđđžđđđđđđđ đşđđđđ đşđ đđž đżđşđđđžđđžđ˝ đđđ đżđđđđžđđ đşđ đđđđ đźđ đđ, âđžđ¤đ˘đ đ¤đŁ đđđđ, đźđ¨đ¨ đŞđĽ đđđđ đđ¤đŹđŁ.â Wđđđđđđ đşđđđđđžđ đđđđ˝ đđđ đ˝đđ˝ đžđđşđźđđ đ đđđşđ đşđ˝đđđđđđđ đđ đđđž đđžđ đđđđđđđđ đşđ đđđđ đ đžđđ đşđđž đđđđ đ đđđşđđžđ, đđđ đ đžđşđ đđđđ đşđđ đťđşđźđ đ˝đžđđđžđđşđđžđ đ đđşđđđđđ đđ đżđžđžđ đżđđ đđđ đşđ đđž đđđ đ moved đđđ đđđđ đşđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđđ grippingďżźďżź đđđđ đşđđ đđž đđđđđ đđđđđžđ đż đđ đťđžđđđžđžđ đđđđ đżđđ đ˝đ đđžđđđđ đđđđđžđ đż đđžđşđ˝đ đżđđ đđđ âđŽđ¤đŞ đ§đđđđŽ đđđđ?â âđđŽđśđâŚâ đđđ đđşđ đ đđđđđđ đťđşđźđ đşđ đđđ, đđž đťđşđźđđ đđ đş đťđđ đş đźđđđźđžđđđžđ˝ đ đđđ đđşđđđđ đđđžđ đđđ đżđžđşđđđđžđ đđž đşđđđâ âđŹđđđŠâđ¨ đŹđ§đ¤đŁđ, đđ¤ đŽđ¤đŞ đŹđđŁđŠ đŠđ¤ đ¨đŠđ¤đĽ?ââđĄđź, đˇđđđ đąđźđťâđ đľđźđšđą đŻđŽđ°đ¸ đđľđśđ đđśđşđ˛.â He đźđđđźđđ đžđ˝ đđžđđđđđ đđđ đťđşđźđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđđđ đđ đşđđđđ đđđđ đđđ đşđđ, đťđžđżđđđž đđđđđđđ đđđsđžđ đż đžđđđđđžđ đ, đżđđđđđđ đ đđđž đş đđ đđđž, đđž đđđđşđđžđ˝ âđđŞđđ âŚâ đşđđ˝ đđđ đđşđđđžđ˝ đżđđ đşđđ, đđž đđđşđs in place đđşđđđđ đđđđž đđđ đşđ˝đđđđđžđ˝, đđđđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđ đđđđđşđ đđđşđ đđđ đđžđđž đđžđşđ˝đ, đ đđ˝ đđđđ đđđşđ đđž đđđžđđđžđ˝ đđđ đđşđđđđđžđ˝ đşđđ đťđžđđđđ˝ đđđđ đťđşđźđ đđđ đ˝đđđ đđđ đ˝đđđ, đŻđđźđđđđ đđ đđđ đđşđźđž, đťđđžđşđđđ đžđđđ đ đżđžđžđ đđđ đđđ đđđđđđžđđđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đđđ, đđđ đđžđşđđ˝ đđđ đđđđđđžđ đđđđ đđşđđž. âđ/đŁđŁ..â âđđŞđđ đŁ đđ˘đđŻđđŁđ..â- đđž đđđđşđđžđ˝â â đđźđźđ¸.. đąđźđťâđ đđđźđ˝ â-đ¸đđ đťđžđđđžđ˝ đđžđşđźđđđđ đťđžđđđđ˝ đđđ đđđđ đđ đżđžđžđ đđđđžđđđđđ đđđđžđ đđđşđ đđđžse đđđžđžđđ â đđđđđđđ đđžđđđđşđđđđ đđž đđžđ đ˝ đđđđ đşđđđ đťđžđđđđ˝ đđđ, đđđđđ˝đđđ đđđđ đđđ âđđđ°đ¸-đłđđ°đ¸ đłđđ°đ¸đ¸đ¸ đđ˛đđđâ-đ¸đđ đđźđđžđşđđžđ˝ đżđžđžđ đđđđ đđđđđđžđ đż đźđđđđđ âđźđĄđ˘đ¤đ¨đŠ đđ¤đŁđ đđđđ..â đđž đźđşđ đ đžđ˝ đđđ đżđžđžđ đđđ đđđđđžđ đż đđžđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđ đ đđđ đđđ đťđžđżđđđž đđđđđđđ đđđ đşđđđđđ˝ đşđđ˝ đđşđ đđđđ đđđđđžđ đż đđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđşđźđ âŚ

đđşđđđđ đđ đđđđ đş đđđđž đđđđđ˝đđđ đżđđźđđ đđžđşđ˝đşđźđđž, đ§đžđşđđđđ đđđž đđđđđžđ đđđđđđđ, đ đđđđđđ đđ đđđž đđđđđ đđžđžđđđ đş đđ đşđđ đđż đđşđđžđ đşđđ˝ đş đđđ đ đťđđđđ đž đđż đđťđđđđđżđžđ đđ đđđž đđđşđđ˝ đđžđđ đđ đđđ, đđđđđđđ đđ đşđđ˝ đđşđđđđ đđđž đđđ đ đ đđđđ đş đ˝đđđđ đťđžđżđđđž đđžđşđđđđ đđđž đđđđđžđ đđđđ đđżđż, đđđ đđđźđđđžđ đđđđđđžđ đż đđđ đşđ đżđşđđ đşđ đđđ đźđđđ đ˝ đđđđ đđđž đđđşđđž đđż đđđđ đťđđ˝đ, đđ đđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đ˝đđžđđ đđđđđđ đđđ đđ đżđđđ˝ đđđđ đđşđźđđžđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđž đşđđ˝ đđđđžđ đđ đđđž đđşđđ˝ .
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