𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 - the wolf and the devil

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𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 lead of the group of four, well, alongside Matthew of course. She guided the man as they walked side by side, hand in hand as Foggy and Karen muttered away together, wondering where on earth Olivia was dragging them and what their 'present' could be.

There was a small amount of hesitance bubbling in the pit of Olivia's stomach, the gift she had brought for the three was certainly a hefty one, one she knew that they would all have trouble accepting. She hoped that with a bit of persuasion, her silver tongue could convince the trio to accept, after all, the money she had inherited was increasing with every passing moment and growing dustier by the second.

Not only did she have a gift for the three, but she also had a... small proposal for them.

"Where on earth are you taking us?" Matthew muttered to the woman at his side, he could almost feel the buzz in her step.

Olivia grinned to herself as she leaned closer to the man, "It's a surprise. Let me guess, you don't like surprises."

"Well, not much can surprise me, when things do, it's not usually good."

"Ah yes." Olivia hummed in amusement, her hair whipping around in the breeze, "I'm planning an ambush for you, I hope you hate it."

"Okay, okay, I got it. Shut up and wait for the surprise." he chuckled, his free hand rising up in mock defense.

"Thank you." Olivia smiled, "Anyway, we're almost there."

Slowly she drew herself to a stop and turned to face a building, the corners of her lips tugging upwards. As she turned to face Foggy and Karen, she could see their looks of confusion. "What exactly are we doing here? This is the old office we rented out." Foggy questioned as he brought up a hand to stroke where their old plaque used to sit.

Matt furrowed his brows, first; he wondered the same as Foggy, what were they doing at their old office, and two; he had never told Olivia where their old office was.

"You'll see." The wolf responded as she tugged Matthew forward and up the steps. It wasn't a large building, but it wasn't exactly small either, there were many office spaces, but Olivia guided them past every single one and towards the staircase.

The three sent her looks as she dropped her hold on Matthew and rushed forward, her back obscuring the view of the door she stood in front of.

Karen crossed her arms, "Seriously, Liv, what are we doing here?"

The Hale gave the three a wolfish grin as she slowly turned and opened the door. The smell of fresh paint hit them all in the face as she walked inside.

It was the exact office that the trio had used for their cases back in the day. However, it was nowhere near how they left it. The place they had left behind was dingy and outdated and neither of those words could describe what was in front of them.

The main room; the one they were in, had been painted a light and modern gray, the wall towards the back had wallpaper that made it look as if there were white bricks lining the wall. The desk that had almost been falling apart was nowhere to be seen, instead, a pristine glass desk with a Mac computer sat in its place.

The old and dusty cabinets they had once used to store paperwork were upgraded to beautiful white wooden ones that didn't look like they were about to topple over if a single sheet of paper were placed inside. The flooring had been replaced with a sleek black wood that led into the two separate offices.

Everything was in the same layout, just new and improved. The biggest and best improvement -in Foggy's opinion anyway- was the modern printer slash copier that sat against one of the walls.

Olivia chuckled at the looks of shock on their faces. Matthew could feel and sense everything in the room and so when her gaze shifted to him; her heart thudded at the fond smile on his lips.

"Olivia." Karen stammered as she spun in a circle, taking everything in for the umpteenth time, "What-"

"I hoped that Matthew would work with you both again." She began, her voice soft as it drew their attention towards her, her gaze shifted to him, "Whenever you spoke about them, working here, you were so happy. Helping people, taking pro-bono cases even when you couldn't afford to just so that you could do some good? I wanted you to have that again, all of you."

She cleared her throat, her hands clapping together as a wide grin pulled at her glossed lips, "When Matt asked me to move in... well I assumed that meant he'd be coming back, so I looked into where this place was and, uh..."

"Olivia?" Matthew drawled out as he took a step forward.

"I brought the building." She finished bluntly, leaving the three gaping at her. "Listen, my inheritance had been building up over the years, that's what happens when you have a very large, very rich and very dead family, it got split between myself, Derek and Peter. I never used any of it and, well, Derek brought some property and so I thought, why not?"

Foggy blinked, "You brought an entire building and renovated it because 'why not?'"

"Yes. When you all agreed to work together, well, I'm surprised you didn't see the look of relief on my face. I might own this building, but this place is yours, entirely." her smile pulled up further on one side, causing Foggy to narrow his gleaming eyes, "On one condition."

"What would that be?"

"You'll be Nelson, Murdock, and Page, in association with Alias Investigations. What do you think?" Olivia grinned.

"In association?" Matthew questioned; his smile still wide.

"Mhm. I spoke to Jessica about it. She wants to work together again, Malcome found someplace else and, bless his heart, he said that I was meant for Alias. Jess agreed, this would bring her more cases and it would help with yours; our investigation could provide you with information that you aren't... let's say, well equipped to gather?" She chuckled as she moved to sit on the sturdy glass desk.

To Foggy and Karen, she looked like she fitted right in, her formal black dress and heels paired with her sudden business filled speech. She played the part well. They had absolutely no idea that she was so... well versed.

Matthew walked forward, leaning on his cane as he stopped. He pulled his glasses from his face and cleared his throat, "Miss Hale, you provide a very attractive deal, but I must consult my partners." he spoke teasingly.

"Dude." Foggy replied, "I'm down!"

Karen looked close to tears as she walked forward and pulled the wolf into a hug. Olivia returned the gesture happily before Karen pulled back and quickly swiped away a fallen tear, "You really did all of this for us?"

Olivia shrugged, "Well, you need somewhere to operate from, don't you?" The wolf chuckled lightly before her eyes landed on Matt who stood in place, the smile that made her heart beat faster still on his face. "I love him and I've grown rather fond of the two of you; I'd consider you some of my closest friends and I wanted to do something for you. You deserve this."

Matthew shook his head as he stepped forward and kissed her, "I don't deserve you."

"You deserve everything." She looked over his suit-clad shoulder, "So, what do you say, business partners?"

Foggy stepped forward, his back straight as he tried to sober the grin on his face. Matthew moved out of the way for the man as he got closer, his hand held out for the wolf to shake. "It would be an honor to be your business partner Miss Hale."

Olivia chuckled as she shook the man's hand, entertaining him, "And you, Mr. Nelson, Miss Page, and Mr. Murdock."

Foggy's serious expression broke to one that wasn't unlike that of a child in a candy store, "Can we look around?"

"It's your office Foggy, yours is the one with the window, I assume that was how it used to be?"

Foggy gave a quick nod before rushing inside of his personal office, Karen following behind.

"Hey." Matthew whispered, his hand coming up to her cheek, his thumb stroking her sharp cheekbone, "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me."

"I do, actually. For a lot of things. But I'll save that for when they aren't here, so for now, thank you for doing this for us."

"I know how important this office was to you, to all of you and I just wanted to give something back."

"Give something back?"

"I've never loved anyone like this, never thought I could." She whispered as her eyes bore into his, slowly closing as she kissed the man in front of her.

Matt pulled back, her words slamming into him like a truck. He felt the exact same way. He had never felt the pure happiness he felt in moments like that, just being happy to be near someone, hell even happy to fighting by someone's side. But this? She knew how much he adored working with his friends, how much he loved to help people that needed them. And somehow, she knew him so damn well that she had brought and renovated the office before even Matthew himself knew that he would be working with his friends again.

"I also did something else..." Olivia muttered, almost hesitantly.

"What?"

"Fogwells gym was on the market."

Matt's couldn't stop the way his heart pounded at the mention of the gym his father frequented at, "You didn't"

"I did."

"Olivia..."

"Well, I wanted to get back into boxing, thanks to you, and I thought that Derek could help out here and there, maybe even Peter... I just won't let him near children because he hates them and would probably throw one... gonna renovate the place, first on the agenda is a new door because someone, and I'm not naming names, smashed it and broke in."

Matthew chuckled as she spoke, after all, he was the one to smash the door, "You should sue him."

"Good idea." Olivia grinned, her hand traveling to the back of his neck and pulling him closer, the two sharing a slightly more intense kiss, why not? Foggy was probably drooling over his new pencils and Karen was probably searching for a leash to put on him.

"I love you, so damn much," Matthew whispered against her lips.

"I love you too."

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Olivia and Matthew had left Karen and Foggy to snooping around their new and improved office space; knowing that Foggy, with the excitement he exuded, would almost definitely rush to his apartment, grab his things and move into his new office as soon as he could.

The two shouted their goodbyes before leaving hand in hand. Matthew still couldn't quite get over everything the woman next to him had done for him, and his friends. She knew just how much the office had meant, it was a symbol of hope for people because they knew that Nelson and Murdock would work their asses off to solve their case and give them the justice they needed.

As for Fogwells, well, it was a project and a half. The entire place was run down, dusty, and dingy. It would take the woman weeks to find and organize equipment, find staff and renovate the entire place, but if anyone could do it, well, Matthew knew just how stubborn Olivia Hale was and he didn't doubt for even a moment that she would pull it off.

The pair were headed towards Matthew's apartment; the last time either of them had been there was when Olivia managed to drag the vigilante's ass home for a well-deserved sleep, you know before the FBI rushed in and the two had to flee.

The door had been replaced by whoever owned the apartment complex and Matthew still had the key on him. Thankfully, the locks weren't changed and the two were able to get in easily.

Olivia let out a huff as she collapsed down on his couch, Matthew joining her side just after he removed his suit jacket, placing it on the table in front of them, "You know," Matt began, "If you need another project, you're more than welcome to decorate the place."

Olivia tilted her head towards him, her mind drifting back to the very first time she had seen the place; back when she and Jessica had followed behind Matt and climbed through his window. She recalled looking around the large apartment and wanted to give it a fresh coat of paint, after all, it was rather... industrial if you will. "Really?"

"It's your home now too. I mean, I never bothered decorating it because well," He waved his hand in front of his eyes, causing the woman to chuckle.

"I think I might. Hate to admit it... actually, no, I don't, this place needs some paint, Matty. I have to get a team together for Fogwells and then I guess I'll get started here... are you sure you don't mind?"

Matt chuckled as he threw an arm around her shoulders, "Of course not, this is our home now."

A broad smile lit up her face as she shifted in her seat, her hand rising up to grasp the back of his neck and bring him down for a bruising kiss that caused electricity to spark over the pair of them, "I like the sound of that."

Matthew hummed against her lips, a sly grin forming, "Me too."

The vigilante pulled the wolf onto his lap, one of his hands sliding up her thigh and caused her dress to ride up with it, the other wrapped around her waist as hers tangled themselves in his hair, lips moving fervently against one another's.

"Do we have time?" Matthew groaned as Olivia trailed her lips down his neck, a path of heat being left behind in their wake.

Olivia pulled back, panting heavily as her lips tingled. Her hand flew to the jacket she had discarded hanging on the arm of the couch, her fingers rummaging with inpatients until she procured her phone.

The screen was lit for less than a second; just enough time for her eyes to latch on to the time. Her head flew back to his as a wide grin stretched on her swollen lips, "Oh, we have time."

A breathy chuckle left his lips as his hands made their way to the zipper on the back of her dress, his calloused fingertips brushing against her sensitive skin as he tugged it down, dangerously slow, "We better make the most of it then."

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It definitely wasn't an incorrect statement to say that Olivia and Matthew were slightly late to the gathering they had planned at Josie's; they had spent their time rolling around with each other in their apartment, anywhere they could.

The pure state of dishevelment they sat in one they finally tired was certainly a look and a half. Olivia's hair was equivalent to that of a bird's nest, as was Matt's for that matter, and the poor lawyer had masses of purple bruises marring his skin, left behind by the sinful lips of his wolf.

Olivia too had been covered by them, but of course, her healing kicked in and nothing but her soft, olive skin was left behind; it annoyed Matthew immensely as he prodded at a particularly sensitive bruise at the base of his jaw before he tried his best to tug is shirt collar to cover it.

Olivia chuckled; her face tinted red underneath the vibrant and buzzing light of Josie's bar. The two were stood outside, having just arrived and each of them could hear their gaggle of idiots waiting for them inside.

The wolf turned to face the devil, her hands pulling his own down and away from his shirt as she chuckled at the man who had a pout gracing his lips, "Sorry," She cleared her throat to quell the laugh that threatened to spill, "there's no way you're covering that one I'm afraid."

"Olivia," Matthew sighed and the wolf could swear she could detect a hint of embarrassment, though a smile still tugged at the corner of his lips. He didn't entirely mind the little markings that covered his skin, in fact, he rather enjoyed them, especially when they were in the process of being made. "I have to show this off in front of your family."

Olivia's smile turned wicked, amusement dancing in her eyes, "Matthew Murdock... are you- are you scared of my family?"

"Two werewolves, one of which is a former murderer? Of course not, that would be stupid." Matthew joked as he adjusted the glasses covering his unfocused eyes. He did have to admit though, her family was kind of terrifying, as was Olivia.

The three of them had claws and fangs, super strength, and the ability to heal most wounds. That kind of power was mildly unnerving. Yet, Olivia Hale, whilst she was the most powerful woman he knew, she had a softness to her. A side that not many saw, he considered himself lucky even when he only had a glimpse of who she really was and now that she had given him the opportunity to explore that side of her fully? The Devil of Hell's Kitchen was entirely mesmerized.

"I doubt they'll care." Olivia glanced at him with an amused quirk of her lips, her hand intertwined with his as she dragged him towards the door of the bar, "You know, Derek once slept with a Darach, she used magic to give herself a pretty face, underneath that? Well, she looked like a literal zombie, it was awful... so he has no place to judge. As for Peter, we tend to block him out, see him as a white noise machine when it suits us. It's an important skill, you'll need it."

Mirth swam inside his molten brown eyes as he allowed himself to be pulled into the bar, the scent of booze hitting them in the face. "I will keep that in mind."

All but three seats at the bar were filled; Derek, Peter, Foggy, Karen, Trish, Malcome, and even Luke and Danny were all chuckling and clinking glasses, downing booze glass by glass and getting tipsier as the night grew later.

Olivia couldn't keep the large and rather excited grin that stretched her lips wide; all of her friends, her family were in the same place, celebrating the fact that for once, none of them had a greater evil they were fighting, nobody needed their aid. They could just live and be happy in one another's presence.

Before the couple could take another step forward a hand clamped down on each of their shoulders, "I guess we're all late huh?" Jessica Jones grinned before her eyes caught sight of the deep purple hickey on the vigilante's neck, "Marking your territory Olivia?" The P.I chuckled as she patted them both and joined their friends at the bar.

Olivia snorted, her shoulders shaking as she laughed at the defeated look that graced the vigilantes face, "I wondered where she was."

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The night passed on, the air was filled with nothing but joy and mirth... well, that and a lot of alcohol. Foggy, as every thought, was the first to begin tripping and stumbling over his own feet, his hair disheveled and sticking up as he danced to a song he didn't even know; it didn't take long for Karen and Trish to join him.

Luke let out boisterous chuckles as Danny continuously challenged Derek to drinking contests as well as arm wrestles. Derek, of course, took the 'challenges' in his stride and promptly won each and everyone, a wolfish grin on his face as Danny groaned each time, only to challenge again.

Peter, Jessica, and Malcome were sat together at the bar, Jessica and Peter knew each other anyway, and the banter that perspired between the two made an amused, yet mildly terrified look grace Malcome's features as he watched on.

The last two; Olivia and Matthew occupied a small table near a window. Olivia's eyes danced over her friends, her family. A soft smile settled on her lips as she leaned her head on Matthew's shoulder as a startling amount of happiness coursed through her veins; the people in front of her had come together to celebrate their friendship, celebrate their wins, and bury the hatchet of their losses.

Olivia herself felt something lift off of her shoulders. The wolf had always felt heavy as if something... or someone were pushing her down, anchoring her to her grief and inner turmoil, but for that moment it was gone. She felt lighter than she ever had before because at that moment the lingering thoughts of her fallen family, the agonizing pain of her fallen friends, and the dark images of the lives she had taken were too blurry for her to even imagine.

Her mind was at peace, and though that peace wouldn't last forever, Olivia Hale allowed herself to enjoy it. She allowed herself to smile without a bubbling feeling of sadness. She laughed heartily without the feeling of guilt running through her veins.

Everything was just... good. Sure, it may have been such a boring and unexaggerated way of describing the way her life was at its current state. But it was valid. Everything was good. She was happy and surrounded by almost everyone she cared about; she already had plans in the works to visit Beacon Hill's with Matthew so that she could see the kids that had grown into adults, the ones she had once fought beside.

Matthew nudged the woman beside him as he placed his glass of whiskey down in favor of directing all of his attention to the one who had helped guide him out of the dark, "What's on your mind?"

A content breath left her lips as she settled a hand to rest upon his knee, her thumb subbing small circles onto him, "I'm happy."

Two small words. Two little words and yet they managed to erupt a warmth inside of the devil's heart.

The corners of his lips pulled up as a lazy smile grew on his face, nothing but pure adoration glittering within his unfocused eyes, "Me too."

And he was. For so long his nights were plagued with nightmares, his days filled with pushing dark thoughts away as he did his best to help people... and that was before everything at Midland Circle had happened.

The days, weeks, that followed the fall of Midland Circle and the fall of the Hand were nothing but painful; both physically and mentally. He had absolutely no idea what to do with himself, he was broken.

And yet Olivia had stayed by his side and she helped to take his pain away; both with her powers and just by being there. His struggles with his faith and with his own identity, the way he would push everyone away, including her. She was stubborn beyond compare, but he was thankful for that because, without that trait, he truly believed that he may have been lost to the dark for good.

And now that everything had passed, he too felt happy. Surrounded by friends and new acquaintances, their laughter like music to his ears. And by his side, a woman who made him feel love. Every time he could feel even a twinge of guilt or regret bubbling in his gut, he listened to her heart or her voice and it was replaced by that feeling that burned at his heart and in his soul.

The feelings that she brought out in the man were indescribable; he had never felt such raw emotion, but when he looked into those glowing blue eyes, even though those eyes were supposed to symbolize death; all he could see was hope and love.

His calloused hand rose to her cheek, his thumb caressing her soft skin and his voice came out as a whisper, "Show me your eyes."

Olivia leaned into his touch as her eyes fluttered shut, relishing in their small moment despite the absolute chaos Foggy's singing was bringing in the bar. When her eyes slowly reopened, her soft and deep pools of whisey had been replaced by the vibrant cobalt that broke through the red, flickering flames that clouded his mind.

It was a sanctuary and rather quickly, though he couldn't see other colors; blue was indeed his favorite.

Olivia stared into his chocolate eyes; the feeling of holding eye contact was something that always felt incredibly invasive and intimate, but with Matthew, the intimacy of the act was beyond anything she had ever experienced; her eyes were the first he had seen since losing his sight. She knew how much it meant to him, so, if he ever asked, she would gladly walk around with her vibrant irises on show for the rest of her life.

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Their night ended as they always hoped they would; tangled within one another. Their bare skin pressing against each other as their discarded clothes lie in crumpled messes on the ground.

The sheets on the bed just barely covered their waists and Olivia's head rested on Matt's heaving chest. Never would she stop teasing him about her stamina being far better than his, and never would he stop huffing about it.

His heavy breathing brushed against her head and his fingers drew patterns on the naked skin of her arm sending small chills down her spine, whilst she breathed through her slightly parted lips, warm air caressing him. Just laying with one another in complete silence seemed to push away any negative thoughts, leaving the two to bask in each other's comforting embrace.

As she laid with Matthew's heartbeat thudding away underneath her ear, she couldn't help but wonder what was in their future. She was never quite the girl who fantasied about getting married and having children. Nor had she ever put much thought into a job or hobbies.

But, to her, if her life ended up with her working beside her best friend, helping people whilst running an old and beloved gym on the side, and fighting morons and criminals every night with Matthew by her side. If that was how they lived their lives, even without the marriage or children or anything else. Well, she'd be perfectly content.

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・ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ・

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22-09-2019

𝙊𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙂𝙤𝙙. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙. 𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙤, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙬.

𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮. 𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙬 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙊𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙖 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤.𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨, 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧; 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘. 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙨.

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨, 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙊𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙖, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙬 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙤𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧.

𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙! 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡,

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