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ใใ ใใใใใถ๏ผใyou asked, with eyes full of sky.
i nodded, but the warmth of your hand stayed, melted right inside my pocket. แกฃ๐ญฉ.แ
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ใไปใใใฃใณในใใใใใพใใใHave you ever held onto something sweet, hoping for the perfect giveaway to share it? this to realize you got the chance. This is your sign. Weโre choosing two more, one ๐๐๐ข๐๐ก๐ and one ๐๐๐ก๐. Maybe this time, itโs your turn to be noticed. ๐
After all, we prepare more such a freepass that named giveaway before the grand opening! Maybe youโll be the lucky one being a part of this Grumpies..? Oh, we need one male and one female. Hope youโre the lucky one!
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๐พ๐ giggle, overshare, and forget what we were saying mid-sentence. ๐จ ๐๐๐๐ sky full of odd little characters, sleepy chats, and laughter that sounds like a warm mug being set down๐ต๐ฌ
๐ช๐๐๐ laugh a little, nap a lot, and be exactly who you are...โ๏ธ
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The ๐พ๐ก๐ค๐ช๐ ๐พ๐ก๐ช๐ whispered...itโs time to give a little joy away โ๏ธ๐
Enter ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ฎ, grab a mug of something warm, and maybe let luck float your way โ๏ธ๐ฌ
๐๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ก๐จ ๐๐๐ก๐ค๐ฌ โ
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Oh, hello there! Feeling grumpy? Need tomato? Or us..?
A space where sourness fuels growth and silence says more. ๐อ๐ฉอ๐อ ๐อ๐อ๐อ๐ อ๐กอ ๐ อ๐อ๐อ๐อ๐ขอ๐กอ, ๐กอ๐ฉอ๐อ ๐อ๐อ๐อ๐ อ๐กอ ๐อ๐อ๐อ๐. We begins here, shaped by those who choose to grow and stand their ground.
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Itโs time to โgrab your own bagโ for those who want to having fun with us earlier than everyone..!! What you waiting for? Fill your own bag and donโt forget to invite your friend here and find the fun sooner.
โ ๐ตอ๐ฒอ๐ฎอ๐ฟอ๐อ ๐ผอ๐ณอ ๐อ๐ตอ๐ฒอ ๐ฟอ๐ฎอ๐ถอ๐ปอ-๐ธอ๐ถอ๐อ๐อ๐ฒอ๐ฑอ ๐อ๐ผอ๐ผ โกใ
{โฆ} the rhythm of fallin rain and the nearness of another soul, true love slowly begins to reveal its most sincere form; that love sheds its pretense unguarded as morning beam, trembling yet true.
โห๊ฉ๏ฝก ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐๐ ๐ฃ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ ๐พ
{โฆ} special for you, we wrap a big bunch sweetness from the curtain of precious rainbowโs reflection. take these, all yours /แ ๏ฝกโธ๏ฝกแ\ !
I, RelicsWonbin, donโt leave as who I was, but as someone shaped by the seconds I spent counting. The numbers have run out, but the longing still lingers. Not a goodbyeโjust the last note of a song played soft. Thank you for letting me echo in your rhythm.