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Tbss Cuphead is loud, impulsive, reckless, and troublemaking. But he’s also genuinely kind-hearted, patient with people, and overall has a good heart.

dcAU Cuphead on the other hand didn’t have as much likeable qualities. He was (and still kinda is) rude, a bit of a jerk, thinks about himself before others, and just generally not the best guy to hang around with. There are reasons as to why he acted like this, but that will be further explored/explained later in the fic. He definitely changed for the better after some years, and especially after Elder Kettle’s death. But he isn’t perfect, he’s still very much flawed.

Bendy is holding a gun against my head sorry guys I can’t share what he was like in the past, demon’s orders.

Like i said my life’s been really busy atm so if i hvnt drawn things I said I would or answered asks, etc :p

theyre so silly

"Minnie!" I flinched as my head snapped up to meet the eyes of Daisy Duck. Once every couple of weeks, we meet with each other at the park to make conversations. She was one of my best friends along with Ortensia and we ranted and made conversations about different girl things.

However, ever since her passing, I felt as if there was a line between us somehow....

Yet, we still kept meeting up. She decided to call me yesterday and asked if we could meet up early this morning this time as she had something coming up later yet didn't want to miss our meet-up.

I tried to tell her that we could do a raincheck but she insisted on it so here I am.

Sitting on the park bench with Daisy who was supposedly ranting about her arguments with Donald.

"You're doing that thing again." The female duck toon remarks, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"...Oh?" Was all I can mutter as I stared out at the lake.

"You have that look in your eye." Daisy sighs and seemingly gazes at me wearily. "It's been 5 years, Minnie, I'm getting worried."

"Especially, after...." She trailed off and I could see the look of fear in her eyes and I immediately knew that she was talking about.

The time where I told her I needed a break from singing. She was so scared when she found me in my dressing room....

"If you want to, you could always return you know." She says quietly. There was no hiding from her.

"...I wish I could." I murmured, my voice drifting off. Somewhere distant, I can still remember the applause, the lights, and the cheers.

Mickey.

But, now they were only memories.

"But, I can't." I finished. I wasn't someone who could sing well anymore without fear. It was easier said than done. Each time I thought about singing, my voice felt like it was going to croak from remembering a life where we all used to be happy.

A time where he and I were happy.

"...If only she was here...." Daisy murmurs, staring off into the distance, saddened.

The atmosphere turned dull as we sat together and share a similar pain.

"Here, keep the rest of the pomegranates, I still have a lot back at the house." Daisy hands out a bag of pomegranates to me when we were about to leave. She said that she needed to go see Donald about a few things. "Feel free to make these into a snack of some sort."

I blinked in confusion as I looked at the pomegranates.

"I suppose I should eat them soon." I murmured as I walk through the quiet town street. I pulled myself together, I didn't want the fruits to go to waste I thought to myself as I peered into the bag once again.

"Now, what should I....." In what felt like a second, I bumped into someone and fell, bracing myself for the ground when I felt someone grab onto me.

"Are you alright?!" I open my eyes to see an unfamiliar toon who seemed to have a knack of carrying many bags whilst holding on to me.

"... I'm alright." I slowly answered as she brought me back up on my feet, however in that moment, I realized I wasn't holding onto the bag and looked down to find the pomegranates on the ground with the plastic bag torn apart.

"Oh dear, can't say the same for the pomegranates though...."

"I'm so sorry Miss! I'm usually not this clumsy." She bowed in apology and I was about to wave it off but paused.

'Does she not recognize me....?'

"To make it up to you, I have a spare tote bag at the bakery up ahead, however that means you'll have to come with me."

'I should apologize as well....' I thought to myself, giggling, softly. 'I wasn't watching where I was going....'

"I am at fault here too you know, however I'll take your offer since I have no idea how else I'm carrying these home." I gave a practiced smile.

"Then, I'll put these in my bags for now."

"Allow me to give you a hand." I bent down to also help pick them up.

"Ah right, thank you err..."

I held my tongue for a second almost saying my previous name.

"...I go by Minnie."

When I got back home, I immediately placed the bag of pomegranates on the coffee table, and sat back on the sofa letting out an exhale as looked up at the ceiling.

"Perhaps, I would have been better off as an actress instead of a singer." I chuckled humorlessly.

"I'll be taking that as a challenge, Miss Minnie."

I pressed a hand against my lips.

'Why did that make me smile....'

"Has it been that long since I became a hermit...." I muttered.

The hot cocoa.

I remembered it being warm and comforting, so much so that I almost felt like I was about to cry. It felt like a soft shawl wrapping around my cold hands, shielding me from a chill I hadn't even realized I was carrying. A hint of cinnamon she says, was that all there was to it?

Somehow, I feel like it wasn't.

"You know, you're a strange one, dearest Baker."

"Oh, I believe some people have told me the same. Perhaps, that's part of my charm?"

"She was so bubbly," I murmured as I leaned back on the sofa. The memory lingered in my mind, the easy laughter, and the animated gestures. The quiet apartment felt empty and lacked in comparison.

Perhaps it was a persona, perhaps it was not but she reminded me of someone that I used to be.

And when we danced, it reminded me of the happy times with Mickey, how he used to pull me into the living room after he got home, wearing a tired but relieved smile after his long day and hummed together as we spun around in laughter. He would drop his jingling keys onto the counter without looking, mumbling a complaint about work, then reach for my hands while switching on the record player.

So why didn't the memory ache as it usually did?

...It was strange.

"...You have a lovely voice."

She commented as if she knew what she was talking about. Making small giggles as we swayed together with the music in the background, one hand on my waist whilst holding my own. I was reluctant having to dance with her since two of the same sex? Uncommon.

....But, I had fun.

"Oh dear, seems we have to put a pause on that, dear friend, or your meal is charcoal." You let go of her at the sound of a kitchen timer as you went back to work.

"A dear friend, hm....." I murmured under my breath as I looked at my hand, the words slipping out almost absentmindedly. At the corner of my eye, I saw her tote bag she gave to me for my spilt pomegranates.

A design that not many would touch.

Brightly covered cupcakes.

"I've always felt happy watching my customers have a better day after eating what I bake. It gives me a sense of purpose. So if I can make their day just a little better, I spend time putting together recipes to keep the smile on my customers' faces."

In a way, I was envious of her.

"....But what if those recipes end badly?"

"Then, I return to try again. I've ruined batches before, and been afraid my recipes would never work. But, I'd rather try than wait to be fearless..."

"...What a fool." I mumbled, unaware of the corners of my lips lifting against my will.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ YOUR POV. — FRIDAY MORNING, AT THE MARKETPLACE.

"What lovely weather we're having...." You murmured. You were shielding your eyes using a sunhat from the warm morning sun. You got up early in the morning, made breakfast, fed the birds, took a shower, did some chores, and placed a notice at your bakery door.

The only thing left to do in your to-do list was groceries.

'I needed to buy some veggies also for dinner anyways....' You thought.

Sunscreen? Check. Cute outfit? Check. Reusable shopping bag? Check.

The extra $25 Sonic gave you as a tip for a mentally damaging quiche that made you happy and will most likely will come by for again?

Check.

I took a deep inhale before opening my eyes to the bustling marketplace. The sharp aroma mix of fruits, fish, spices, and the sizzling sound of grilled meat just hits right on your nostrils. A few colorful canopies hang around and stretch overhead in the area with vendors calling out prices with practiced enthusiasm and people bumping shoulders in the narrow aisles as they try to bargain.

A small chirp came from your side, making your eyes glance at your shoulder with a tiny smile. Today, Lemon was your companion, sitting on your shoulder. He was eager to accompany you as he wouldn't stop squawking and flying around you as you reached for the door at your apartment.

And you wonder why they call you the crazy bird lady.

"I swear you little shits are getting too spoiled....." You murmured as you start walking around. "Unbelievable."

Lemon chirped again and it felt like he was being smug causing you to get a tiny bit irked.

'Be thankful you're not big enough to roast.' You thought but kept it to yourself. You're already known as the bird lady at the apartment complex and you don't need it spreading out more in the open if you keep one-sidedly arguing with a bird that can't even talk.

"Strawberries! Get your strawberries! 35¢ per pint! Fresh and delicious!"

You look to the source, finding a stall in one of the aisles with wooden baskets filled to the brim with strawberries as the fruit vendor names their prices.

"I recall using the last of them on Monday for strawberry shortcakes..." You murmured as you took a step towards the stall. "I should restock on some bananas, mangoes...."

You began your shopping spree, unaware that somewhere else, your customers from yesterday were reminiscing about your beloved pastries only to find out your shop is closed.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ SONIC'S POV.

"WHAT, THEY'RE CLOSED?!!"

You can practically hear the birds cawing and flapping their wings away from the trees just from Amy's shrilling shriek. Not that I didn't understand her agony. We sent Knuckles and Tails this morning over to CozyBean's bakery to grab some snacks or well, early breakfast only for them to come back empty-handed.

"That's a shame..." I scratched my head as I watched Amy crash onto the floor. I wanted to order a couple of more of her quiche for a snack but it seems that changes some things.

"Well, that's nothing out of the ordinary." Rouge the Bat, Amy's friend was at her side trying to comfort her who was murmuring something incoherently about her beloved macarons. She was here with us for a visit while sneaking in some info from their side. "During this time, the owner tends to come up with new recipes to swap in their menu every week or restock on ingredients. They're independent so they're usually open 4 days a week."

"But, how do you know so much about this.." Amy tearfully pried her face from the floor to look at her friend who seems to be sweating.

"Er, well! I overheard one of their customers while I was there." She replied and twisted the topic.

Yeah, something tells me that wasn't true.

"I wanted another order of her apple pie...." Tails muttered as his robot arm tapped on his tablet, head down low.

"Her grape sponge cake was good..." Knuckles murmured.

"You're not the only one bud." I placed a hand on Tails' head and looked at the team before grinning. "Seems there's a change in the menu for today guys. Guess I'm having a chilidog..."

"Look at him acting cool as if he doesn't crave one of our dearest Baker's creations...." I hear Amy muttering, gazing at the floor.

"Seems I know who's on today's written report duty." I casually responded with a threat.

"You, cruel dictator!" Amy cried out. "And that's supposed to be your job!"

₊˚⊹ ᰔ YOUR POV.

Achoo!

You sneezed, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe your nose. Lemon looks at you, head tilted as if wondering if you were okay. It's not as if it was cold or chilly out so you wonder if it was simply dust.

"I'm fine Lemon, perhaps it's just some dust." You waved it off, as you placed back your hanky in your bag. "Which reminds me that I should grab some birdseed for you menaces..."

Your yellow bird chirped and flapped his wings startling you as he flew, leading you to a stall filled with seeds.

'This is the greed they talk about in the Bible...' You sighed as the bird landed on the vendor's head causing the guy to look up in bewilderment.

"You must be the bird's companion!" The vendor let out a booming laugh. He was a crow toon who seems to be in his early 50s and wore a pair of glasses.

"More so the other way around." I shake my head with a smile as I watch Lemon flutter around him chirping. "Seems he likes you."

"Birds of the same feather, what can I say?" The vendor says gruffly, his laugh drowning out the marketplace chatter for a brief moment. "An energetic friend you got here, missy."

"Been on my tail about food so it's not really a surprise..." You shrugged. "He has a brother and sister as well, Guacamole and Mango."

"Is that so?" The big crow grins as he fixes his glasses. "Well, the name is Sammy Seedsworth, the best man to see about seeds! Usually, it's for plants but seeing as we have a special guest here, I would be delighted to help you little friend."

The yellow bird chirps as he then lands on the vendor's shoulder.

'Look at him, sucking up to a supplier...' You stared pointedly at him.

"His name is Lemon." You answered with a sigh before smiling. "Sorry about him landing on your head as if you're a tree branch."

"No problem over here. He's a dear customer like the rest of ya!" He then looked at the bird. "So, which would you like today, my friend?"

Lemon chirps flying around the stall before landing on a sack filled with seeds. Sammy lets out a loud caw "Some pumpkin, is it? Good choice, my fellow bird! What do you say, Missy?"

Sammy turns his head to you and you shrug, before deciding to pull out your wallet. "I'll take a small sack of those then, Sammy. However, mind adding in another but a mix of sunflower and millet? I think my other two birds are fond of those."

The vendor grins, placing a hand on his waist while Lemon finally lands on your shoulder, most likely aware that you were about to leave soon.

"Understood, missy!" Sammy threw back his head and laughed through the sounds of caws. "You're a good owner, I tell you! I just feel it in my belly!"

You grinned affected by his infectious laughter. "Well, they do make my day more exciting."

"That I hope they do!" The crow vendor brightly smiles. He then glances at Lemon.

"Keep an eye on your companion, fellow friend! Keep her on your claws." He winks. "Remember the hand who feeds you!"

Lemon flaps his wings while squawking as if he understood his words.

'What a suck up.....'

"And just for that, my little bird of the same feather, I'll give you a 10% discount!"

'Never mind. I'll let you go. Lemon, I love you so much...'

"I hope to see you and your fellow friend soon, little missy!" The seed vendor waves you off from his stall.

"You will!" You called back, waving as well as you strolled off then looked to the yellow bird on your shoulders. "You know, Lemon, what do you say to a little treat for you and your little Winglings?"

The said bird chirps in response.

You then went to another fruit stall. With stars in your eyes, you gazed in awe as you could tell that they were as fresh as they can be as you took up one apple to examine.

"Perhaps, I should make myself some apple crumble...." You murmured placing a hand under your chin. "The peaches, look at their shine! Oh and the oranges! They smell lovely, think of what I can do with those! A chiffon cake for the menu...."

"Take your pick, dear."

You flinched as you looked up to see a woman in orange pigtails staring right at you.

"Oh dear, apologies, Miss! I must be distracting your business!" You bowed in apology.

The woman giggles. "It's fine dear. In fact, I've never seen anyone get this excited for fruits. I think you're the first."

"O-Oh, is that so?" You smiled sheepishly.

"Indeed, pleasure is mine, Miss Clementine." She introduced herself with a twirl and a giggle. "Take your pick, dear, grab as many as you like."

"I would love to, Miss." You sighed as you think about your shopping bag. It was big and you have quite the strength, not to brag. But you knew you wanted to order them in bulk and you still had to take a bus back which means you don't know if you can handle the stares and glares from the other passengers with the pile of boxes.

"But, the problem is I would love a huge box to bring back and it would be quite difficult for me." You explained, shaking your head. "I'll have to come back next week for the rest."

"Oh, that's quite the conundrum you have, dear." Miss Clementine places a finger on her chin and hummed before beaming. "Hm, if that's the case, why don't we deliver it to you?"

"You can do that?" Your eyes widened as you stare at the vendor.

She nodded with a smile. "We can indeed! My brother makes delivery by truck once and a while for me and a couple of the vendors if you'd like. You just have to pay a small fee."

"I would love that!" You responded in excitement, just thinking of the many experiments you can do with those fruits.

She takes out a piece of paper and pen and hands it to you. "Just write down an address here and we'll deliver it later."

You wrote down the address to your bakery immediately before handing it back to her before pointing out the fruits, and order them in bulk before pulling out your wallet and setting down payment.

You might've gone over budget but it was all for a good cause.

"So when can I expect—"

"HEY! GET BACK HERE!"

"Ah, shit."

In what felt like a second, you felt yourself spinning around like a toy top as a blur rushed past you, when you finally stopped, your eyes were spinning in opposite directions as your head was in a dizzy.

"Oh dear, are you alright?" Miss Clementine asked you worriedly.

You shake your head to get rid of the stars. "...I'm good, what about you, Lemon?"

"Lemon?" You look to your shoulder only to see it empty before your eyes zoom into a bright yellow object sticking on a guy's coat?

"LEMON!" You ran and chased after the bird.

"GET HIM!" A bunch of thug-looking guys then rushed past the stall.

Ms. Clementine pressed fingertips onto her lips as she watches these shenanigans all go down, as if it was just a normal day in the market.

"It'll be delivered by tomorrow if you want to know!" The fruit vendor calls out after you casually while you chase after Lemon to which you barely heard.

'Oh my Celestials, this guy is fast as fuck!' You thought as youbl dodge through crowds while holding bags and your hat.

"Hey, mind slowing down?! You got something of mine!"

You saw the toon look back before he turned his back in front of him and start to run faster.

"Stop!"

The guy takes a turn, running into an alleyway to which you followed unaware that a couple of guys that were chasing after him ran past you both.

As you walked through the narrow dark alleyway looking around trying to find the toon who took Lemon, intentionally or not, you were gonna sock him in the face when you first see him for taking your bird.

You were about to come out empty when you felt a hand pressed against your mouth startling you before pressing you against the wall with their body.

"Mmph!"

"Shush, if you don't wanna get caught with me." The voice quietly said above you.

"What does that—" You felt utterly horrified.

"What does that—" You felt utterly horrified until a finger was held in front of your mouth again.

"Shh!"

"Where'd he go?!" You heard voices and footsteps coming from afar during this silence. Most definitely coming from outside this alley.

"Find him!"

"Right, boss!"

Another set of footsteps were heard for a few minutes more before the sound of them slowly disappeared.

Once they are completely gone, the guy takes their finger off your lips as you finally get a look at the guy who took away your bird and immediately lift your leg to do a hard kick.

This only resulted in a whistle as the guy caught your kick.

"That's some move you got there..."

He wore a dark turtleneck and a brown coat paired with pants as if late morning sun wasn't torturing him at the slightest. You then blinked at the sight of his face made of porcelain and shape as a cup with a bent red straw sticking out of his head.

Which reminded you of a certain someone.

'He has quite the build...' You observed for a second before internally shaking your head. You shook your foot off his grasp. 'You're missing the plot here, girlie....'

'Something tells me I made a mistake.' Since he looks like he was built like a truck that will just run you over in a second and KO you. You immediately begin to sweat. 'If these are my survival instincts, remind me to never ever delude myself that I can join the ranks in the mafia....'

"Gotta say that's some fiery reflex you got over there toots!" The toon grins as he dusted himself down before shoving his hands into his pocket.

"Now, does that mean you're part of that stall?" He took a step closer, his grin getting darker as you mentally felt yourself shaking. "Whatever your answer is will say if you can leave here alive."

"..." You took a deep breath.

"Bitch, what."

You can hear crickets for what felt like a few minutes as those words slip out. And you felt like you just messed up and wanted to grab those words and shove them back into your throat.

"Huh?" The guy blinks.

There's no going back.

"I have no idea who you're talking about." You stepped forward and pointed a finger into his chest, glaring at him. "I went through that chase to get back Lemon, my yellow pet bird who got stuck to you during whatever you were doing!"

"I have no idea who you're talking about." You stepped forward and pointed a finger into his chest, glaring at him. "I went through that chase to get back Lemon, my yellow pet bird who got stuck to you during whatever you were doing! Why would I care about some thugs hanging around you? I just want my bird back."

"Lemon!" You instantly raised your hands to grab him only for him to raise him higher out of your reach.

"Ah, ah, ah." He smirked as he firmly held the yellow bird. "How can I be sure ya won't tell anybody what happened around here?"

'What do you mean? I remember nothing. I can enact amnesia if you'd like. Saw nothing. Hear nothing, nada.'

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You put on a poker face. "It's not like anyone will ever believe me."

"Right, but as much as I am a gambler, I ain't willing to risk that. Too much of a gap in-between." He replied casually. "Someone dear to me, would punch me in the face if I leave something behind."

You felt a chill ran up your spine.

"What do you say to a little bet?" You saw that gleam in his eyes making you sweat a little. "Either way, if it helps ya feel any better, you'd still leave this alley alive."

"What's the catch?"

"If you win, you're good to go and I'll trust your words you won't tell a soul."

"And if I lose, the little birdie over gets to my little hostage." He grins, wiggling poor Lemon, who was cawing with rebellion. "Unless, you both wanna be together forever."

'No fucking way, no one is killing the bird unless it's me on a fucking island playing naked and afraid and I have to resort to a small roasted bird to munch on.'

"What's your game?" You question.

He snaps his finger. "Glad ya came to, toots. Saw you buy a buncha cherries a while ago. And, I was sent here to buy some to make our drinks you see. So, I bet I can guess where they are between those veggies and fruits in that big bag of yours."

You sweated. 'But, how much did he watch...'

"I can see those thoughts of yers just tinkering." He remarks, raising a brow. "Wanna take that chance?"

"..." You exhaled and held out your hand. "It's a deal."

Instead of shaking on it however, he took your hand and placed a kiss on it as if it were a casual greeting making your eyes widened and almost felt an eye twitch with disgust.

"You'll need all the luck you can get, toots."

As he lets go of you, you wore a straight face as you rummage through your grocery bag and pulled out a bottle of alcohol and sprayed the back of your hand.

"Really treating me like a germ huh, toots?"

"I suggest we get on with the game." You said as a response, acting calm before putting down your grocery tote. "That is if you don't want to be found."

"Hmm..." He shrugged, before examining the four large bags inside. "If ya say so."

"I'll pick that one." He pointed to one bag filled with vegetables. "If it were a normal day, those should be in between those bags of fruits of yours, except you stopped at the stall selling cherries after buying vegetables. Not ta mention..."

"Birdie of yours has been staring at that bag in particular." He finishes, he looks at the bird sitting on his palm, who seems to be sweating at the said brown package.

"Lemon, you birdbrain...." You muttered under your breath as you bent down to pull open the bag to show him.

"Well, toots, seems like ya los—"

"You're wrong." You interrupted, as your expression slowly shifted into a practiced smile.

He blinked, clearly caught off guard, grin sliding off his face.

"That would have been correct..." You explained as you opened the bag to show him, which were only filled with carrots, potatoes, and cabbages.

"Except, they're in his stomach."

"...What." The porcelain toon deadpanned.

You showed the bottom of the bag where a small tear was, the size of a small ball to fit in.

"Figured he'd get to them by now, so decided to take the chance." You sighed in relief or was it frustration.

It was both.

And now you need to buy more again.

"Wait, but how..." He trails off as you put it back in the grocery bag as Lemon flies from him and lands back on your shoulder.

Cue him proudly spitting out a cherry pit.

"No clue either." You shrugged as you walked past him. "It's one of the Three Great Mysteries between my birds."

"You lose, Red." You tapped his porcelain face as a gesture of victory as he was still gobsmacked from the whole thing before leaving the alleyway.

A small gust of wind swept the alleyway as the porcelain toon stood there absolutely speechless before murmuring.

"...Vanilla and cinnamon?"

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙲𝚞𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. <3

𝙰/𝙽: 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘.

𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

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