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️️⠀⠀⠀ ݁ 𓌂 𝚃͟𝙰͟𝙻͟𝙴͟ 𝙾͟𝙵͟ 𝚃͟𝙷͟𝙴͟ 𝙳͟𝙰͟𝚆͟𝙽͟:
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️️⠀⠀⠀ A thread 𝑜𝒻 gold unspools
⠀⠀⠀ through a world still
⠀⠀⠀ half-dreaming, until night
⠀⠀⠀ forgets ⠀⠀ 𝒾𝑡𝑠 ⠀⠀ 𝗇͟𝖺͟𝗆͟𝖾.
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@irelsea Aku pakai roti gandum, Kakak, lebih suka roti gandum entah kenapa. Menurut aku ini waktunya Kakak grab some dessert, deh! Kak Chels suka dessert apa, btw?
Largo Isarco, 2, 20139 Milano.
Sist wouldn’t stop taking my pictures, so I had no choice but to pull my silliest face. The breeze caught her golden hair as though it were waving a signal to stop (she did not ofc) and our afternoon ended with a cup of hot chocolate in her hands.
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“Where's the trophy?” That was what
Northea said when he finally reached her.
Breathless, Marseille stared at her before
bursting into laughter. “Seriously? That's the
first thing you're asking?”
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Yet amidst the chaos, his eyes searched
for only one person.
Northea.
He spotted her near the stands, smiling
brighter than the afternoon sun.
Without thinking, he ran. Past the team.
Past the coaches. Past everyone.
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