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𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠. 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑐 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑠𝑦𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑠: ☘︎☘︎

POV Lucian

When I score the first goal of the match, I run toward the technical area where our coaching staff and game substitutes are seated. Akhyra is last in line on the left. The chair next to hers is empty, which I'm assuming is a measure taken by Coach Morel to ensure that his daughter would be comfortable during the match.

The moment we make eye contact, I point my forefinger at her and then raise my hands in the air to form a heart. Orders of my little sister, but I didn't need that much convincing to get on board with the plan. Thankfully, Coach Morel gave me my phone back this morning before the team left for the stadium. I got Maëlla's phone call just in time to receive her mission.

Our team wins the match 2-1. Officially making it the first time that Haiti gets qualified to the finals of the Gold Cup competition. The stadium roars in victorious chants. Haitian flags waving in the air create a sea of red and blue. Some of my teammates are dancing with our supporters near the bleachers closest to the field.

As soon as the match was over, Alex, our goalkeeper, literally fell flat on the grass, he threw a kiss at the gray afternoon sky as if to thank God for the win. I can only imagine the pressure he must've felt during the last quarter as our opponents got more and more desperate to throw the ball inside our net, but Alex caught them every single time. I'm pretty sure that tonight, the team will be throwing women at him.

I get dragged with the other guys on the field in a mountain hug of celebration made of sweat and testosterone. I engage with them for a few seconds before I quickly disentangle myself to jog toward the dugouts where Akhyra is waiting for me. On my way to her, I walk past Coach Morel, who gives me a friendly clap on the back. 

"Nice play, Son," he says before heading to the other guys. 

Did he just call me son? 

I don't have time to turn and ask if I heard that correctly. The other members of the coaching staff are crowding me to offer their congratulations and insights on my play.

Even as I'm speaking to them, my stare keeps finding Akhyra. She's standing far behind, away from all the commotion. There's a shy expression on her face as if she's trying to make herself as small as possible to not bother anyone. She's so adorable that a vision pops in my mind about me getting down on one knee in front of her.

Yo. What the fuck?

Forgetting my manners I make up an excuse about having to do a an interview. There are sports journalists lined up on the sidelines so technically that's not a lie but today I will let Hector handle it. 

Once I'm free of them I run toward Akhyra, stopping a few feet away, because I'm all sweaty. However, she closes the distance between us and puts her small hand on my chest to brush off some grass. 

"You were on fire out there," she compliments.

"You as well. You know I could hear you near the goalpost? Hector made a comment about how I brought my own cheerleaders squad."

Akhyra lowers her gaze a bit self-conscious, as she answers, "I hope that wasn't too embarrassing."

I lift her chin up with a finger. 

"There's not a version of this world where I would ever find it embarrassing that you're screaming my name at the top of your lungs."

Her charming smile brings my attention to her lips. She hasn't removed her hand from my chest and I'm certain that she can feel my thunderous heartbeat under her palm.

When my gaze lifts up, understanding flashes in Akhyra's eyes. We both remain silent as I slide an arm around her waist to bring her closer to me. Our bodies mold perfectly against each other. Two complementary pieces of a puzzle.

I lean forward then pause to give Akhyra enough time to turn her face to the other side or step out of my embrace, instead she closes her eyes. That's all the confirmation that I need to reduce the gap and kiss her.

The clamor of the stadium fades away as Akhyra's fingers trail upward from my neck to mingle with my hair. She pushes my head downward to deepen our kiss. I fall in the delicious abyss of our mouths flirting with one another. Every cell of my skin sparkles with the electricity of our mutual hunger.

Akhyra is everywhere all at once. My mind, my heart, my fucking lungs. 

The world only comes into focus again when we finally break apart. I briefly register the sound of my teammates hollering somewhere behind me.

"I want to do more than that," I confess. "But there are cameras all around us. And your father is also nearby."

A huge grin illuminates Akhyra's face.

"I suppose you'll have to celebrate with the boys. If you're still standing afterwards, you can stop by my place," she suggests but I'm already shaking my head.

"The boys can have me any other day. Tonight I'm leaving with you."

As soon as we get back to the locker rooms, we have to endure a little speech from Coach Morel about how we shouldn't take victory for granted because we've made it to the finals. The hardest part of the competition is ahead of us.

"One last thing, don't party too hard," he warns, pointing his signature menacing finger at us. "Any of you pull a Lucian like he did in San Salvador and you'll wish you never joined the national team. I don't care what any racist motherfucker says to you. Don't answer to provocation. You boys have to remember that none of the big shots out there expected us to make it this far. Heck not even our country thought we'd make it to the finals but we did. There's an entire nation counting on us. Are we going to let a few insults and criticism deter us from our ultimate objective?"

A chorus of firm "No sir" and "No Coach" resonates throughout the room. 

Seemingly satisfied, Coach Morel wraps up his speech, before leaving, then we all scatter toward the showers.

In the midst of our constant shenanigans it takes half an hour for all of us to be ready to leave. When we get in the parking lot, the first thing we all notice is the gorgeous goddess who's scrolling on her phone behind the steering wheel of her white convertible. Akhyra looks in our direction as soon as she hears us approaching. 

Roger blows a long appreciative whistle. "Had I known that she owned the Volante version of the DB11, I might have tried harder during her torturing session the other day."

Of course, Akhyra wouldn't have bought a car with such a condensed interior space if it didn't have a retractable roof. My girl needs air after all.

Hector chimes in, "Hey Softy Sammy how does it feel to see the baby that slipped between your fingers?"

"Fuck off," Samuel deadpans.

Akhyra steps out of the car to greet the guys and I walk to her side to bring my arm around her waist. Yes, I'm a possessive fuck. Give me a break. I have to admit that it's very entertaining to watch my teammates transform into stuttering high school boys at the simple sight of my girlfriend.

"Are you open to another Jersey Request for the finals?" Alex asks which earns him a smack on the head from Hector. 

"Respect your elders," he scolds, then he turns to Akhyra and points to me. "We still need him for the finals so if you could not completely drain him of his energy. Thank you."

"Very funny," I reply with sarcasm.

"I'll see what I can do." Akhya answers deviously.

As the boys head toward the team's assigned bus, some of them mimic kissing noises while others do a terrible impersonation of Akhyra chanting my name earlier.

"Sorry about that. They can be extremely annoying."

Akhyra seems amused and not offended at all. "There must never be a boring day with them."

"Unfortunately," I say in false agony.

She presses a button on the Aston's key fob to open the trunk where I place my duffel bag, then we both get inside the car. As soon as Akhyra opens her door, the instrument cluster lights up, displaying the winged Aston Martin logo. 

As I buckle up, I track every single movement of her fingers from the moment she pushes the button to start the engine, which activates the touchscreen display on the dashboard to show its main menu. Then with the flick of a switch, the armrest slides back, Akhyra places her phone and key fob inside the uncovered compartment before lifting her eyes to find me staring at her. 

"Why are you smiling like that?"

"Just admiring how sexy my girlfriend looks while driving her sports car."

"I'm not even driving yet!" She exclaims with a pleased giggle. 

Akhyra winks at me and I dissolve into a puddle of hot mess on the fancy brown leather of the Astons's interior design. 

"You could simply sit in this car all day and it would be the hottest sight my eyes ever witnessed."

"You're such a lucky man," she teases. 

Damn right I am.

***

Akhyra gets a sudden sugar crave on our way back when she spots an ice cream truck parked on the side road. Unsurprisingly we soon find ourselves at the takeout window to place our orders. 

Akhyra simply asks for a Vanilla cone but I choose one of the summer specialities listed on a menu against the truck. In a short time the woman hands me a chocolate taco that contains two scoops of oreo flavored ice cream, ornated with swirls of whipped cream and oreo crumbs sprinkled all over. 

Akhyra gapes at me with an hilarious horrified expression. 

"That thing is a case of diabetes waiting to happen."

"Could be. But I'm sure it tastes better than yours."

"You're such a child."

"Says the girl who likes to play with plastic ducks in kids pool."

"You've been saving that one for a while huh?"

"You got me."

We sit on the trunk of her car to eat our dessert while watching passersby. I take this opportunity to ask Akhyra to tell me about her time at the orphanage. 

"Most of the time orphanages are portrayed as these lonely places, devoid of love," she begins. "That's not what I experienced. It was during my time there that I learned how to interact with kids my age. My birth mother had a teenage pregnancy. Long story short, she and her father, who ironically was the lead pastor of a local church, wanted to hide my shameful existence to the community. I grew up within the walls of their house and was forbidden to ever set foot outside. This was one of many rules I had to follow. I didn't even know how to read until I joined the orphanage."

Akhyra allows for a brief silence to settle as if giving me time to digest what she's shared.

"I suppose that you eventually ran away?"

"Not exactly. A fire broke out one night and I was the only survivor. The police tried to reach out to other family members but couldn't get in touch with them. They decided to drop me at the orphanage for a brief period until someone came for me. As you can guess nobody ever showed up."

"It must have taken you a lot of time to warm up to pastor Steve, considering what your birth mother and her father did to you."

"It was hard indeed, but Pastor Steve is a patient man. Within a couple of months I started having little conversations with him. He taught me how to read, write, and also educated the other kids about anxiety attacks and how to play with me without getting too close. He was the first person to realize that I was easily triggered by human proximity."

"You were adopted at nine years old right?"

"Yes. I spent two and a half years at the orphanage."

This means that Akhyra had lived for seven years with an abusive mother and grandfather. I can't imagine what horror she must have gone through as a child. 

I place a comforting hand on her shoulder. There's not much that can be said after such a revelation and I can feel that Akhyra doesn't want to dwell on the topic either 

We continue to eat in comfortable silence until she turns toward me with a quirked eyebrow. "I can't believe you're already halfway through that thing."

"You can just ask if you want a bite of my oreo taco."

She makes a disgusted face. "Absolutely not."

"You know you want it," I say while bringing the yummy dessert close to her face.

"How is that even supposed to fit in my mouth?"

"Open as wide as you can. I'll push it inside."

Akhyra blinks three times, speechless.

"Oh gosh, you have such a dirty mind!" She cries out.

"You're the one who took that sexually!" I protest with a baffled laugh.

"You're the one who phrased it sexually."

"Fine. We're both dirty minded. Now come here and let me give you a taste of heaven."

She leans forward and I hold the taco to her mouth, putting my hand underneath in case she drops something. Akhyra takes a moderate bite, her eyes widening in delight as the different flavors explode on her tongue. 

"Verdict?"

"So you can brag about being right? Not a chance."

"You got some whipped cream here. Let me get it for you."

With one hand behind her neck I bring my face inches from hers to wipe the cream on the corner of her mouth with my tongue. Of course, I have to steal a kiss. 

When I lean back there's a fire in Akhyra's eyes as she says, "Let's finish eating. I wanna go home."

***

"Ugh! We're both going to make such a mess inside," Akhyra complains as she looks for her keys inside her purse.

It had started raining on our way back and by the time we reached the building where she lives the weather had transformed into a downpour. 

We could have easily gotten inside without getting that much wet. However, Akhyra wanted to dance under the rain. We got completely drenched as a result, but we had a blast so I'd say it was a win.

"I might have the solution for that," I suggest, waiting for her to open the door. 

She turns her head to eye me suspiciously. "Which is?"

"Come here."

I grab both of her wrists to place her arms around my neck. I hold her there for a while simply because.

"What are you doing?" She whispers with a goofy grin.

"Thinking about how I'm the luckiest man in the world." 

My answer causes her to briefly cast her eyes downward. She's flustered. How cute. That's such a good look on her that my brain immediately starts thinking of things I could say or do to her to bring back that expression.

"Okay, but can you think inside? I'm starting to freeze in those wet clothes."

With a laugh, I bend down to pick her up, and she yelps as she grips me tighter.

"That way, I'll be the only one making a mess inside," I explain before walking in.

Once in the lobby, I close the door that has an automatic lock system with my foot. Under Akhyra's directions, I guide us to the bathroom and only put her down when we're in there. 

The room is a reflection of Akhyra, feminine and classy, entirely made of white marble. There's a vanity on the right with a collection of cosmetic products lined on its countertop between two round ceramic sinks. A large circular mirror is mounted on the wall, reflecting the shower on the opposite side of the room enclosed by frosted glass doors. There's a bathtub near a window with its curtains closed. 

Akhyra takes two towels from the storage compartment of the vanity and hands me one of them. 

"You can put your clothes in the dryer over there," she points toward the machine in a corner, next to the washing one.

I turn my back on her to give her some privacy as she begins to undress as well. I hear the distinctive noise of wet fabric hitting the floor as she probably takes off my jersey. I can't help thinking if she followed my instructions about the bra.

Then I hear a zipper and the sound of fabric being dragged along skin as she gets off her jeans. Even if I don't see her, I know that Akhyra is standing a few feet behind me in her underwear. 

Don't think about it. Don't think about it.

Turns out that forcing myself to not think about it is making me think about it.

"Let me put that in before you close."

Akhyra appears next to me to dump her wet stack inside the clothes dryer, and my breath briefly catches in my throat when I notice that she only has a towel wrapped around her body. 

The ceiling looks very interesting all of a sudden. She closes the machine's door and actionates it, before heading toward the tufted bench placed before her vanity, where she sits. Akyra picks up a hair dryer to begin working on her damp locs.

I can't help thinking about how intimate this feels. Me and her in her bathroom with a towel around our bodies while she's fixing her hair. Something about this just feels right. I could get used to that. 

"Lucian," Akhyra calls out to me in a tone that suggests it wasn't her first attempt at catching my attention.

I almost turn around, but remember that she might not be decent yet. 

"Yes?"

"I did not spend my time and money picking out this lingerie for you to stand in a corner and look at this stupid machine all night."

That's a valid point. One I have no intention to argue against. And yet I can't help but push her buttons a bit.

"It's a fascinating machine."

"Turn around. Now."

This tone leaves no room for discussion and I happily obey.

When I face her, Akhyra is looking at me with a mixture of slight annoyance and amusement. She's standing up now, her hands placed on the countertop behind her.

I lean back against the dryer, and I don't miss the way her gaze rake over my naked torso, following the V-shaped crease of my hip bones disappearing under the towel.

"Awaiting further instructions, your Royal Highness."

Her eyes quickly snap back up to mine. She steps away from the tufted bench and points to it. 

"Sit down."

I obey silently. Waiting for her next move. Eternity seems to pass as the atmosphere of the room shifts, becoming a pulsating wave of unreleased tension.

With slow deliberate movements, Akhyra raises her hands above her chest to untie the towel. The fabric slips and falls to the ground in a pool around her feet that she crosses over.

My heartbeat begins to accelerate as my eyes travel from her neckline down the curve of breasts, exquisitely cinched under the straps of her red bra, the thin material allows her round boobs to be deliciously exposed. Only her nipples are hidden under the embroidered design, making me wonder if they're hard under the fabric. 

I guess I'm about to find out soon. 

As Akhyra walks toward me, my eyes travel down her toned, flat stomach, noting that she definitely works out on top of doing ballet, glide across her hips, only for oxygen to desert me when I spot the sheer material of her red panties, exposing just the right amount of skin to make me salivate.

When she finally stops a few feet from me, my mind is already a jumbled mess.

"You saved me a spot?" Akhyra asks, pointing to the bench.

"No more space Princess. I'm afraid you'll have to do with my lap."

"What a generous offer."

"I'm a gentleman, after all."

In the blink of an eye, Akhyra goes from standing to straddling my lap, her arms around my neck while my hands are secured around her lower back. With our faces now inches apart as our chests collide, our mutual self-restraint is this close to snap. Any second now. 

"I've dreamed of this moment ever since I saw you in that red dress on Valentino's birthday," I confess.

"Dreaming about your boss in her underwear? That's not very ethical."

"First of all, you weren't my boss. You were my punishment."

"One you enjoyed."

"Agreed. And secondly, I was raised to follow my dreams. "

With that, I crash my lips against hers. There's nothing slow or sweet about our kiss, only vicious primal need. A collision of flesh clashing with desperation. Begging to be satiated of a thirst we'd been suffering from since we first laid eyes on each other in the kitchen of Coach Morel's house. 

When we break apart to catch our breath my mouth trail a path of kisses from her collar bone down her breasts, my hands working swiftly to unclasp her bra and drag the shoulder straps down her arms. As much as I appreciate it on her, it has served its purpose and needs to be removed so I can get to work.  

☘︎Akyra lifts my chin to crash our lips together again with an urgency that resonates within a very specific part of my anatomy. There's not a doubt in my mind that she can feel my erection underneath her. She grinds her center against it, inciting a guttural groan from me.

"You're going to be the death of me," I whisper while teasing one of her hard nipples with my tongue. My other hand plays with her soft round boob before tweaking the erected peak between my thumb and forefinger. 

Akhyra inhales sharply as she moans my name in a desperate plea. "Lucian..."

I continue pleasing her with my mouth and my fingers to build up her need. Soon enough the bathroom is filled with Akhyra's frustrated moans as she undulates above my rigid cock, seeking the friction that she craves. 

In the blink of an eye, I stand up with her legs around me. Our lips find each other again in a mad dance of pulling and biting before I get the chance to speak.

"As much as I love kissing you, Princess, my mouth would serve better purposes between your legs."

Akhyra shudders against me, and her eyes ignite with rabid lust.

"I'd hate to keep a man from doing what he wants."

"Wise decision, woman," I answer before putting her down. "Turn around."

Before I take off her panties, I need to see how tempting her ass looks in them.

Bloody hell. I'll be damned.

The string disappears between her cheeks, with two straps hugging her butt on both sides. 

"Are you alive back there?" Akhyra asks in a teasing tone.

Not for long at the rate that this is going. This little jab at me earns Akhyra a smack on the ass that makes her yelp. 

Without wasting any more time, I hook two fingers under the waistline of her underwear and drag it all the way down her legs. 

"Turn around," I order again. 

This time, she faces me in all the breathtaking glory of a Black woman who knows how stunning she is.

I make her sit on the bench before kneeling in front of her. Akhyra has instinctively closed her legs, which makes me raise my eyebrows. 

"Are you getting shy on me now?"

She rolls her eyes at me.

"I'm only giving you time to process."

Despite trying to sound detached I can tell that she's stalling.

"Would it make you feel better if I close my eyes during..." I left the sentence unfinished and she seems to consider it for a moment.

"Isn't that going to make it more difficult for you?"

"You don't really need to see when you know what to look for."

To my delight, Akyra looks both astonished and turned on. 

"I want you to see everything," she decides.

"Then it shall happen as you want it, Princess."

With a palm pressed to each of her knees, I slowly part her legs away until she's fully opened before me. Every surface of her center unabashedly exposed to my ravenous stare, focused on where she's pulsating and glistening just for me.

I move forward between her legs to keep them from closing. 

As I'm exploring her inner thigh, trailing kisses upward until I reach the junction between her legs, I'm thoroughly convinced that this is what paradise feels like. Getting lost in the sensual valley of her wet folds, tongue licking at her juices, twirling around her little bud of desire.

Akhyra whimpers and shivers under my relentless assaults. Her thighs try to close, but they can only hug my upper body. She's not closing the doors of heaven to me, not when I've only started to enjoy this.

"Lucian..." she gasps when my tongue probes at her entrance. "Lucian, wait."

I raise my head to meet her clouded expression. She's a little out of breath, and her bouncy tits are rising and falling at the same rhythm as her ragged breath.

"Something wrong?" I ask.

"No, it's just... that I wanted to make sure that you're okay down there."

"Me?" I ask baffled. 

"Don't you need to come up for air or something? How do you not get claustrophobic?"

She seems genuinely concerned for my well-being, which is adorable.

I rest my chin on her belly to plant a little kiss there. 

"I promise you. I'm fine."

"Okay."

"Are you?"

"Yes, I'm perfect, really."

"Good." I give another kiss to her skin before scolding her. "It's rude to interrupt a man while he's eating."

"I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted."

I resume my exploration of her intimacy with as much enthusiasm as before. I'm intoxicated by her feminine aroma. Her moans are the melody guiding me home as I fuck her with my tongue. Akhyra's hand flies to my head, bringing my face flushed against her pussy. I hook her calves above my shoulders, the soles of her feet digging into my back as I eat her like a starved man. 

I feel Akhyra's climax coming along in the way that her thighs suddenly lock around my face, her fingernails scratching my scalp. She cries out my name at the same moment that a warm liquid gushes out of her opening. I do not miss a single drop, swiping her clean as she continues to ride her climax against my face.☘︎

It's only when Akhyra tugs against my hair that I lean back to gaze up at the satiated look on her face.

"Wow, that was..." she's interrupted by a breathy chuckle. "I think my soul left my body for a moment."

I can't help laughing as I get to my feet to pick her up in my arms.

"You really know how to boost a man's ego," I say with a conceited smile. "Let's get in the shower, I've got all sorts of devious plans for you tonight."

Akhyra leans her head against my torso and exhales a contented sigh as she whispers, "I'm all yours."

᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽

❣︎ꍏꀎ꓄ꀍꂦꋪ'ꌚ ꈤꂦ꓄ꏂ❣︎

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𝙸 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛. 4.5𝙺 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.  𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚌h𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚝hink 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍!ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑨𝒌𝒉𝒚𝒓𝒂'𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕?

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