ᵒʰ, ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒⁿᵉˡʸ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ

ᵉˡᵉᵃⁿᵒʳ ʳⁱᵍᵇʸ
ᵖⁱᶜᵏˢ ᵘᵖ ᵗʰᵉ ʳⁱᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃ ʷᵉᵈᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵃˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ
ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ
ʷᵃⁱᵗˢ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʷⁱⁿᵈᵒʷ
ʷᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᵏᵉᵉᵖˢ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ʲᵃʳ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵒʳ
ʷʰᵒ ⁱˢ ⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳ?

apply fic

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