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 Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 9:31 am
Previously in War of Wonderland...
Wonderland had known no terror such as the past ten years. The realm was a dark place, where people went out their daily business wrapped in hooded cloaks, hiding from the world.
The Queen of Hearts, Elizabeth, was even more brutal a ruler than before. Seated upon her throne of gold, inlaid with obsidian and ruby and furnished with plush crimson velvet, she brought in every Wonderlander that didn't bow to her and tortured and killed them.
Her lieutenants always stood beside her, sinister and beautiful, and the quiet woman Ronnie watched all the proceedings with an observant eye, always smoking her pipe.
The only hope Wonderland had was that, somewhere, was an underground rebellion forming. Rumors passed from person to person, such things only whispered behind tightly locked and warded doors for fear of being found guilty of treason. Some said they were amassing forces south of Wonderland, in the Chess Kingdom; others said they hid away in the Eastern Mountains; a few debated that the best place would be the capital city Wondertropolis itself.
However, all were agreed in just who was spear-heading the rebellion: the powerful war heroes of the Red War, labeled as criminals to be apprehended on sight when they escaped judgement after the Bloody Battle.
The children of the famous and infamous Malice Liddell, Hikaru, Rapha, Aura, and Dumisa Liddell, lived with their diminished families in Wondertropolis. All of their spouses and some of their children had been slaughtered when they had been ratted out a few years before.
Now twenty years of age, the four siblings often put their heads together with their "uncles" and "aunts", including Essa and Jarbarer Knowles-Harre, Hartan Knight, the Caterpillar, and their Jabberwock friends, Tekia, Thersa, and Rael.
Essa Knowles-Harre, White Rabbit and Time Keeper, had given birth to twin girls. Hartlan had given birth to triplets, wishing that his husband, Declan Knight, was there for him. Now their children were ten years of age, and the Knight triplets still had never seen or known their sire.
Declan was curled in a cell in the dungeons of the Palace, far away from his friend Brian Liddell, the Mad Capper and brother to the deceased Malice, so that they couldn't speak and plot together.
Brian, on the other hand, was placed in a cell beside Glasgow the Cheshire, brother to Hartlan the Cheshire. He spent many of his days talking to the cat-man, who dutifully ignored him; his memory gone, he had no interest in listening to the man who had once been his love.
As forces of the rebellion grow stronger, though, they make plans to free their friends from the dungeons and over throw and murder the Queen once and for all.
And so we join them...
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 9:34 am
Welcome to Wonderland, dearies!
Now, before we start, a few things.
1. Please abide by Gaia's ToS and other suchlike.
2. This is a Wonderland roleplay thread. Please keep your riff-raff of There out of Here and inbetween Here and There. Riff-raff includes advertizing, bumping, outside subjects, spam, and other suchlike content.
3. NO GOD-MODING or whatever. Or I will god-mod your a** out of here.
4. Cursing is allowed, but please, if another character asks you to tone it down, be respectful of their request.
5. JUST BE RESPECTFUL.
6. SHOULD YOU BE KILLED, and trust me, you probably will be at one time or another, please either come up with a feasible way of being resurrected (shouldn't be THAT hard...Wonderland is full of magic), or just give yourself a new character, or give yourself a new character that's a reincarnation of your old one! Come on, be creative...being dead isn't the end of the world.
7. Please try to roleplay in 3rd person; I would like to compile the entire thread together one day, and have a cohesive story for all to treasure.
These rules are subject to change at any point in time, and by submitting a reply, you sign the contract of abiding by these rules and any changes forthwith.
If you see any of the aforementioned rules being broken, feel free to report them to me via PM. Please give their user name and the page link, and I'll delete the post(s) and give a warning. After three warnings, you will be blacklisted.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 9:45 am
To play a character, you need to PM me with:
-a description
-a picture
-a sample of your role playing skills
-the required posting style (see below)
-who you are, what character you wish to be, why you could play the character, and other suchlike.
-MOST IMPORTANTLY YOU MUST BE ABLE TO GET ON DAILY. Should you fail to do so without a good reason PMed to me, you will be stripped of your title as that character.
The Rebels
The Liddells, Hartlan Knight the Cheshire Cat - OxyG
Glasgow the Cheshire Cat - Ketsu NightMaire
The Mad Hatter - takibi sin
Brian Liddell the Mad Capper - Dirge IInferno
Declan the White Knight, Tekia - Patchwork Pain
Jarbarer Jacob Knowles-Harre the March Hare, the Caterpillar - SeshuTetsuyama
Essa Knowles-Harre the White Rabbit, Rael - Phieos
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The Queen's Court
Elizabeth the Queen of Hearts, Dhina, Ifrit - Thatoneoddchick
Ronnie - QueenBoB32
Required Posting Style
Please use the following style (you can mix it up as you like): Quote:  ♠♠MALICE♠♠
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"Blah blah blah," said Blah the Blah Master.
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♠♠ Malice in Wonderland ♠♠
O frabjous day, calloo, callay...
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 9:47 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 9:49 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 9:51 am
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SeshuTetsuyama Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 10:43 am
 ♠♠Mad March♠♠
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Unlike most people, as March aged, he didn't become anymore serious. It seemed an impossibility. He had his serious moments, as he always had, but he always looked on the brighter side of everything. He really was mad, possibly more insane than he ever had been. As he woke up in the ruins of what was once chess city, he looked into the sky to see another cloudy day. He couldn't remember seeing blue skies since his wedding day. He looked down upon his right hand and smiled warmly at the golden band that was infused into his flesh. "Ten years of hell," he thought, "and you made it all worth while." He stood and stretched. As he dressed, he prayed in latin. He wasn't very religious, but days like these demanded prayer of some sort. "Agnus dei, qui tol lis pecata mundi, do na no bis pacem. (Lamb of god, who washes the world of our sins, bring us peace.)"
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♠♠ Stark Raving Mad as a March Hare ♠♠
"There's only one way to stop a mad WATCH!" 
♠♠The Caterpillar♠♠
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Caterpillar had disappeared a year ago, and no one was sure where he was except Jarbarer, but he would never tell. The caterpillar had told him in confidence. He would not break the green man's trust.
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♠♠ Who Are You? ♠♠
"The mushroom of course!!!"
♠♠Elodea Knowles-Hare♠♠
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As her father woke, Elo could hear him praying from far away with her sensitive ears. She'd aquired her father's taste for cooking, and had already made everyone eggs she'd found in the forest. She ran to him and hugged his leg tightly when he was finished dressing himself. "Hi, daddy!" she chimed. Her father hushed her to let Essa and her sister sleep. He hugged her and took two eggs. She ran off to go play.
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♠♠ Living in a world so cold... ♠♠
"We deserve better, don't we?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 1:07 pm
 ++++++Glasgow Cat++++++++
+♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+
Glasgow had leaned his back against the Capper's cell. He heard the ringing of a bell. His body slumped sideways as he hit the ground with a loud thump. He saw a dark hallway with a glowing cat door at the end. Well thats just plain stupid He thought, walking towards it never the less. As he neared it his white hair turned green and his crimson eyes turned blue. He raised his eyebrow at the cat door, then noticing a door handle. How did I miss that... He thought as he grasp the handle. Light burst from the spade on his shoulder, shreading the black and white garb he was wearing. His body shook with a blood curdling shriek[most definately heard throughout the dungeons.]. He shot up from his position on the floor.
His appearance changed in a burst of light. His memories returned. He looked around, wide eyed. Glasgow stood up and pounded on the cell door. "Release me! Capper! Malice! Chesh! Where are you!?" He called out in desperation. Glasgow jumped from the opposite wall, slamming his body into the door. He does this repeated to do this until he grew tired. Glasgow dropped to his knees then rested his head on the door, and hit his fist against it. +♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 12:02 pm
 The Mad Hatter
♠~♠~♠~♠~♠~♠~♠~♠~♠~♠~♠~♠~♠
It's been ten years Hatter thought to himself. Ten years of roaming Wonderland to find who killed my family. And training my magic. Solitude was the only safe way...
The last time Hatter had seen his friends was at the marriage ceremony of March and Essa. Hatter had left immediately after the ceremony to go back to his family in the Chess kingdom. It had taken him a little less then two weeks to get back. Hatter returned to find that his family had been killed. No one in the Chess kingdom knew what had happened. Hatter had spent a few days trying to figure out what happened while taking time to prepare the funeral. It was the day of the funeral that word arrived at the Chess kingdom about what had happened in Wondertropolis. Hatter left the Chess kingdom that day. He left to find the one who killed his family. During his journey, Hatter had decided to figure out what was going on with his magic. The last time he tried it, it seemed that it was shifting towards elemental magic. Specifically fire. The first time Hatter tried his magic again he had nearly killed himself. He tried a simple attack spell with a sword. He had lost control of it almost immediately. He had covered the sword with fire and swung at a tree. when the blade hit the tree, it exploded. Hatter had been hit in his left shoulder with a bit of the shrapnel. It went straight through his body. Hatter used what remained of the super heated blade to close the wound which was bleeding profusely. Hatter never made the mistake of using his magic like that again. At least not on swords that were not made of magic.
He was thouroughly trained in his magic now. And he wanted the blood of the queen and the one who killed his family.
♠~♠~♠~♠~♠~♠~♠~♠~♠~♠~♠~♠~♠
No wonder you're late.
Why, this watch is exactly two days slow.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 3:49 pm
 ɗɧiɳɐ
╼╼╼╼╼╼♥╾╾╾╾╾╾
♡Dhina watched as the servent skittered across the room, watching hungrily and hoping he carried bad news so that she could collect his blood. Her current supply was running low. She locked eyes with her brother as he rushed out, curing his kindness to the servants.♡
╼╼╼╼╼╼♥╾╾╾╾╾╾
❝ ɧɐ❣ ɐɳɗ ʎθʊ ʈɧθʊɠɧʈ ɨ ʍɐʂ ɗɛɐɗ⸰ ❞  ɨfɽiʈ
╼╼╼╼╼╼♥╾╾╾╾╾╾
♡Ifrit watched the scared servent scamper across the floor. The throne room was massive and all footsteps echoed exponentially as one walked across the room. He nodded gravely as the servent whispered to him, stuttering repeatedly as he got the sickening sentence out. Ifrit looked first at his sister, stalling until the man had left before he turned to his queen. "My liege... I regret to inform you that... Glasgow has regained his memory. He seems to be lashing against the door as we speak."♡
╼╼╼╼╼╼♥╾╾╾╾╾╾
❝ ɱʎ ʍɨʂɧ ɧɐʂ ɕɵɱɛ ʈɵ ƥɐʂʂ。 ❞  ɛɬiʑɐβɛʈɧ
ʈɧɛ ɽɛɗ ʠʊɛɛɳ╼╼╼╼╼╼♥ ╾╾╾╾╾╾♡ Elizabeth sat on her throne. Her head was resting on her arm which was on the armrest of the throne. She sighed watched with narrowed eyes as a servent walked up to Ifrit and whispered in his ear. As he surried away again, her eyes lingered in Ifrit, still narrowed, but now full of questions as well. "What did he say, Ifrit?"♡ ╼╼╼╼╼╼♥ ╾╾╾╾╾╾❝ ƭɧɛɽɛ ʍɨɬɬ ɓɛ ɓɬɵɵɗ❣ ❞
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 5:13 pm
 ♥~ Veronica ~♥
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Ronnie wandered the halls of the castle. A usual evening walk. She had grown into the life of Wonderland effortlessly. A constant high kept Ronnie so insane, she could hardly remember London let alone miss the cruel unforgiving Reality. It was Ronnie's grandest honor to serve the queen even when she had not returned Ronnie's affection. However loneliness is never an issue when problems can be so easily forgotten and so Ronnie walked on in her usual euphoric state ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Solely A State Of Mind
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 7:35 pm
ʈɧə ɬɨɗɗəɬɬʂ
ɽɐƥɧɐ, ɧɨʞɐɽʊ, ɐɳɗ ɗʊɱɨʂɐ
♠-----------------------------------------♠
Aura Liddell stood by the door, the young children around her ranging from three to five years of age. Those that weren't her own would never see their parents again, most likely.
Her siblings, Rapha, Hikaru, and Dumisa, stood before her. Her grey eyes raked over their forms, matching the harsh, weathered features of the twenty year olds to their ten year old selves - the age they'd been when peace had last been seen in Wonderland. She wasn't much changed, but for breasts and hips, her longer grey hair plaited down the middle of her back. She was taller, and willowy and lithe, but the time hadn't taken the roundness of her face, or her more cheerful demeanor.
Her siblings, though, were more different than their younger selves.
Rapha, standing tall and thin, had grown his black-with-white-streaks hair out to the bottom of his ribs and layered it, and his face was thin and angular. The eerie white irises hid beneath thick black lashes, and his skin was very pale. Shadows clung to him, more now than ever, as he had mastered them long ago.
Hikaru had lost his ever-present smile. In its place was a soft line, neither sad nor happy, framed by pale skin on a face that was rounder than Rapha's, but thinner than before. His white, black-tipped hair matched Rapha's length and style, and his black eyes were emotionless most times. Unlike Rapha, his neither of his magics clung to him; he rathered to hide them both instead of just one.
Dumisa, on the other hand, still scowled as before, though perhaps more effectively. Her eyebrows seemed to always keep a harsh aura around them, even if she was happy; like a hawk, she seemed to glare incessantly. Her once short hair was now shoulder length and wavy, volumized by the constant electrical current that sparked occasionally around her. Two braids, parted in the middle, flowed over her hairline and back behind her tresses to clasp together, creating an effective hairband. Her electric blue eyes unnerved most, but never her siblings; there were none so used to her rough personality as they were.
The Air witch took a deep breath, ingraining her siblings into her mind, and pulled her dingy-grey hood up, the braid resting upon her shoulder. She instructed the children to do so as well, before leading them into the misty pre-dawn air; all goodbyes had already been said.
As the door shut, the three remaining Liddells stood, watching the door. Part of them wished for their sister and children and nieces and nephews back, but they knew this was the safest way; getting them out now before Wondertropolis began toppling again.
Dumisa's frown deepened as she shut her heart off. She'd had to do it before when two of her children and her husband had been slaughtered before her eyes by soldiers of the Queen, and so she did it again. When she was alone, in her private rooms in headquarters, then she would allow herself to cry. To cry for the first loss of their family, the murder of her husband, children, nieces, nephews, and sisters- and brother-in-law, and to cry for the latest, the loss of her remaining family bar her brothers.
And then, when she had slept and then woken from the nightmare she had every night for ten years, she would cry for the loss of her parents.
She grabbed what little she hadn't already moved and headed out the door, swiftly followed by her brothers as they wove through backalleys to headquarters.
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♠♠ ɵʊɽ ɳʊɱɓəɽʂ ɱɐʎ ɓə ɗɨɱɨɳɨʂɧəɗ, ɓʊʈ ʍə ʍɨɬɬ ƥɽəʌɐɨɬ. ♠♠
_________________________________ ɧɐɽʈɭɐɳ ʞɳɨƃɧʈ
ɐ ɕɧəʂɧɨɽə ɕɐʈ
♠-----------------------------------------♠
Hartlan sat up from his bed, staring into the darkness. His pupils were large and reflected what little light there was with an eerie red-orange glow. Standing up slowly, he padded silently down to the kitchen, sitting at the table. As he watched the dawn approach over the dank, decrepid Wondertropolis buildings, he sighed.
He wished with all his heart that his White Knight, Declan, could be there, where he was needed. Because he needed to see the three beautiful kits he had sired.
The pitter patter of feet made Hartlan's black ears twitch upon his head, and as he turned he found his daughter, Seren, the runt of the litter, watching him with her large, pale red eyes.
♠-----------------------------------------♠
ʎɵʊ ʂəə, ɨ'ɱ ɳɵʈ ɐɬɬ ʈɧəɽə ɱʎʂəɬƒ...
_________________________________ ʂəɽəɳ ʞɳɨƃɧʈ
ɐ ɬɨʈʈɬə ƃɨɽɬ
♠-----------------------------------------♠
Seren was the runt, and a quiet runt. As she came down the stairs, she noticed her papa hadn't even become aware of her presence. Well, he did when she stepped forwards.
She looked her papa in the eye, pale red meeting bloody crimson, and her white ears lowered slightly. Papa had that look in his eye, the sad-missing-daddy look. It was the worst time for her to find papa, because she looked so much like daddy - or that's what papa said.
With the description of daddy, she had to agree; her white hair and pale skin matched, and papa said that her lips, eyes, and nose matched him too. And it hurt to look like daddy. It wasn't fair to papa for her to look like him, and it wasn't fair that she hurt him everytime he saw her.
Fighting the urge to run with her tail down low and hide in her bed forever and ever - or at least until daddy came home - she slowly stepped forwards, her white ears lowering further and her white tail hanging limply towards the ground.
"P'pa...I'm sorry."
♠-----------------------------------------♠
ʍɧəɳ ʍɨɬɬ ɗɐɗɗʎ ɕɵɱə ɧɵɱə?
((pictures on the way.))
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 12:32 pm
ɗɧiɳɐ
╼╼╼╼╼╼♥╾╾╾╾╾╾
♡Dhina cackled as the second servent in five minutes scampered out of the hall. She turned to the queen, the smile still on her face. "Shall I fetch Lady Veronica, your Highness? I believe she might have some use in this situation."♡
╼╼╼╼╼╼♥╾╾╾╾╾╾
❝ ɧɐ❣ ɐɳɗ ʎθʊ ʈɧθʊɠɧʈ ɨ ʍɐʂ ɗɛɐɗ⸰ ❞ ɨfɽiʈ
╼╼╼╼╼╼♥╾╾╾╾╾╾
♡Ifrit looked at his queen worriedly. He knew what the cracking was and wanted to fix it for her, but knew better than to question her on anything while she was in a rage. He instead turned to the servent and nodded to him. Turning back to Elizabeth, he spoke in hushed tones, trying to calm her. "It shall be done, my queen. Worry not, even if he has, there is always the solution of..." His lips pursed as he realized that cutting off the cat's head would do nothing.♡
╼╼╼╼╼╼♥╾╾╾╾╾╾
❝ ɱʎ ʍɨʂɧ ɧɐʂ ɕɵɱɛ ʈɵ ƥɐʂʂ。 ❞ ɛɬiʑɐβɛʈɧ
ʈɧɛ ɽɛɗ ʠʊɛɛɳ╼╼╼╼╼╼♥ ╾╾╾╾╾╾♡ Elizabeth growled from her perch and leaned forward, her face a mask of rage. "What... Did we not do everything possible to prevent this?!" The Red Queen yelled at no one. Her tiny, pale hand came down on the throne, a cracking sound reverberating through the hall. "Bring him here!" She screamed at a servent that had entered the hall, thinking something was wrong at the sound of the cracking. Elizabeth held her hand to her chest, taking deep breaths and trying to put on a blank face for when the prisoner arrived.♡ ╼╼╼╼╼╼♥ ╾╾╾╾╾╾❝ ƭɧɛɽɛ ʍɨɬɬ ɓɛ ɓɬɵɵɗ❣ ❞
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 7:12 pm
++++++Glasgow Cat++++++++
+♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+ Glasgow heard the clacking of armor from the approaching guards. As his cell door opened Glasgow flung himself at the guard. Before he could land his tackle a second guard caught him around his chest. Glasgow kicked out at the man attempting to put restraints around his hands. "Get off me!" He shouted, landing a kick to the man's face. The guard holding Glasgow slammed him against the cell wall. Dazed, the guards managed to place a restraint around his arms and chest with dual leashes. They took to his sides and pulled the leashes, preventing his escape or attacks.
They brought him before their queen. Glasgow had a suprised expression when he saw the new Queen. Not remembering anything during his time serving the queen left him confused. He glared at her with rage. He struggled to get out of the restraints while releasing a string of slurs at Elizabeth. +♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+♠+
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 1:24 pm
ɗɧiɳɐ
╼╼╼╼╼╼♥╾╾╾╾╾╾
♡Dhina growled from one side of the queen. She took a step forward, about to release some heavy magic on him, when the queen waved a hand. Reluctantly, she moved back to her original position. Her hands were behind her back, held tightly within each other's grasp.♡
╼╼╼╼╼╼♥╾╾╾╾╾╾
❝ ɧɐ❣ ɐɳɗ ʎθʊ ʈɧθʊɠɧʈ ɨ ʍɐʂ ɗɛɐɗ⸰ ❞ ɨfɽiʈ
╼╼╼╼╼╼♥╾╾╾╾╾╾
♡Ifrit pinched the bridge of his nose, wishing the cat would think before he spoke. "Glasgow Cat. Do you know why you have been brought before the current Red Queen and her court?" He sighed heavily and looked up at the Cat-man. "Please, don't speak unless you're answering the question or I will have to muzzle you, Glas."♡
╼╼╼╼╼╼♥╾╾╾╾╾╾
❝ ɱʎ ʍɨʂɧ ɧɐʂ ɕɵɱɛ ʈɵ ƥɐʂʂ。 ❞ ɛɬiʑɐβɛʈɧ
ʈɧɛ ɽɛɗ ʠʊɛɛɳ╼╼╼╼╼╼♥ ╾╾╾╾╾╾♡ Elizabeth glared darkly at Glasgow, and it darkened even more when she heard his insults. "Silence!" She yelled, her face going a light pink color, "You impudent kitten! I shall have you torn limb from limb and dumped under concrete if you do not shut your loud, wide, yelling mouth!!" Her own hands clutched the edges of the throne, her knuckles white with the tension.♡ ╼╼╼╼╼╼♥ ╾╾╾╾╾╾❝ ƭɧɛɽɛ ʍɨɬɬ ɓɛ ɓɬɵɵɗ❣ ❞
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