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Ivan had left early in the morning to who knows what. Ana had woken alone in the expansive house he had built for them. Every emotion had been unbottled that night and now she was left cleaning them up. Slowly she stood, getting dressed for the day and moving to look at her growing abdomin.
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T̷̳͉̮͇͓̖̬̎͐̅̔͒̔̔͊͜͟h̴̩͕̠̙̘̀̍̀̈́̈́͝è̮̲̫̤͉͇͓̺̰͊̀̐̿̋́̆̐͘͟y̢̧̝͔͍̜̞̼̐̽̀̌̃̀̓̀͒͟͟ c̡̡̥̳̲̆́̂̔̕͜͠͞ó̵̧̯͍̞͓̳͌̊̏̉̽̐͂̈̕ǹ̴̡͎͇̗̿̾̎̓͑̈́͠ͅţ̷̙̲͖͇͑̍̆͛͒͌͂͒̒͞ị̘̘̬͙̉̍̾̃̀̓͟n̸̲̗̦͇̖̯̽̾̀̌̇̀́͒̑̕ù͇̼͖̝̇͒̈̒̑͋͢e͕̘͚͉͐́̀͟͡͡ ț̡͉̗̣̄̈̎̇̾̐ȏ̴͇̤̥̳̖̗͐͋̑̓͋́͟͠ͅ b̴̨̛͙̼͖͉̭͎͐͒̎͆͋͗͜͠ͅë̶̯̦̞͎̰͐̓͌̄t̡̛̫̝̥̖̠͓̐̈̇̊̆̐͆͘͢͟͠ŗ͈̯̪͙͇̫̭͕̩͂̋̋̐͐̃́͘a̸͍̬͎̤͈̭͌̄̆́̌͋̿̂͒͆y̡̬͉̠̣̺͛͐̊̋̍͒͌͊͠ y̵̨̼̠̝̠̎͋̆͊͋́͞͠͞͡o̬͙̣̻̭͂̄̒̿̀͡ǔ̶̢̬͎̤̦̤̱͈͋̐́̆.̴̨̡̭̹̩͔͆̈́̂̓̕ͅͅ
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The familiar voice rang in her ear. One that haunted her most her life. Slowly she trailed her fingers along the wall as she wanders the halls aimlessly.
"They are doing what they think is best." She spoke softly to herself, tears escaping her.
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Y̷̧̱͈͍̥͉̖̥̎͊̓͘͢͞ͅǫ̥̹͍͔̅̏͛̽͒̑̃͝ủ̢̢̢̜̮̙̩͊̔̐̍̋̚͢͜͞͝ͅŗ̯̻̭̼͙̙̈́̎̍̈̈̀̆͢͠ g̡͚̯͚̫̅̓̍̄̉͘ͅu̶̬͕̭̭̝̍̀̎͊͆̂́́́̓â̶̹̲̖̳̖̩͛̀́͛̌̇͘ŗ̷̨̪̘̮̥͖̞́͐̊̒̄͐̈͊̊̕͢ͅd̴͈͉̺͍͕͐̀̉͒̿͟ḯ̷̡̪̹̺̬̉̊̄͒̕ã̶̫̬͙̪̻̝̯̂̾͗́̉̑̅ͅn͕͓͉̰̬̗̜̈̾̆̎̈̇̋͘͟͢͠ h̷͖͖̮̤̮̏̅͂̈̎͐͠a̴̫̻̱͔̺͙̼̼͛̽̎͗͗̌̆̕ͅs̶̡̧͈̣̯̰̤̘͛̆̌̑̏̚̚͘ t̢̨͚̹̗̬̟͓͊̽̅̿͒̐̏͡w̸̡̩̲͉͚̖̞͖̻̩͋̓͒̋̑̐̔̀͂͝ï̧̗̣̯͚̻̪̐̽̍͛ͅş̸͖̞̖̼̥̤̥̝̑̈́̀̐̕t̨͓͈͇̦̔̊̾̍͢͞e̳͙̮̗̬͛̑̾̏̀͠ḏ̵̪̣͇̱̭̼͚͎̞̉̓̓͛͛̄̓̿̾͛ a̧̝̳̟̒̐͌͋͒ͅ b̶̻̙̙̲̅̇͋́̈̚͞ͅl̮̮͎̰̳̩̹̱̮͋͒̔̀̏̉̊̕̚ȃ̢̛̙̖̳̩̦̥̃̽̔d̸̯̟͓͚̥̲̲̊̍̾͑͂̕͟͠ͅè̷̡̗̖̳̗̹̪͎̱͗̈͐̊̎͢͞͠͠ i̢̹͔̘̝̮̙̘̓̾̎̊̇͒͐͘͘ñ̶̨̞͚͕̮͎͇̂̀͆̄̅́͘͝ͅ y̶̩̺̙̝͍͔̱͂͗̋̀͛͂̚o̸̼͚̠̣͊̈́̀̇̇̿͋͢ư̶̧̱̱̤̤̌̂̊͋̉̚͡͝r̡̛͈̳̤̼̭͍̣͆̋̃̎̐̈́̕͡ b̵̛̮̫̟̤̭̹͓̃͂̊̓̀͞͞ͅą̡̰͔̙̺̙͙͐̋̍̈̌͆̇̓̎̄͟ć̛͉̝̲̞̩͋̅͞͝k̷̨̺̤̬̠̘͉͑́̀͋̕͞͠ͅ.̷̨͍͓͔͎͂̔̏̕͝
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"Isaars is doing his best. He is fighting against his own demons and cannot see-"
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H͓̬̼̱̼̬̣̮̅̆̽́͘͠͠ͅe̸̡̨̠̩̹̠͚̘͊̇͆͑͗̌̈͟͟͝ t̙̖̣̩̣̹̜̭̀̑͒͒͛͆͞h̗̫͖͍̀̂̾̑͊̄͂̿̚͘͢r̢͖͈͇̝̪̜͋̓̐̌̑͆̓̑͗͘ͅe̡̛̬̜͎̙̤̙̋̄̈͌̑̎̒̒ẅ̮͚̥̝̯͍͉͓͎͊͒͂͛͞ y̷̧̡̢͓̝̲̞̽͗̉̿͑͜͞o̫̰͎͔̫͓͊͊̋̌̕͜͜͠u̢̨͈͖̼̲̦̠͚͒͌̏͆̚͡r̢̞͎̻̯͙͙͊͐̂͌̂̐͟ t̨̙͓͖̗̣̰̻̹̝̍̿̅̑͝r̨̟͎̮̺̝̖̤̺͕͒̋͑̏̽͐̆̇́͡ų̶̨͙̝̬̠̯͗̑̋̌̈̍̆̚͡t̹̜̻̳͈̭̊̾̆͂͑̂͠h̦̝̮̖͚͌͑̂͑̂͐͟͡ ȍ̶̢̱̻͕̤̰̘̆͆́̔͘ͅu̸̢̮̰͙͔̞͇͌͛͊̑̏͋͝t̨̘̰͔̞̪̯͈̣̂̒͊̾͗̇̏͋̕͟.̴̙̺͚͔̣͕̟̖̌̋̓͗̿͋̄͡
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"He's just scared and frightened.."
You're unfit to be a mother.
Isaars words rang through her head as the tears continue to pour.
She brought a hand to rest over her aching heart, "He's always wanted a family.. He wants more.. That is all."
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H̡̬̖̝͇̪̲̤̹̅͒͛̎̿͗̀͞ͅȩ̴͉̜̰̱͋̐̄̀̅ ţ̶̛̮͚̙̄͛̔̾̉̒͘͢͡͞o̙̲͈͙͉͒͗̋͌̌͂̕͘͠r̛̜̹̜̭̪̙̳̰͗̄̎͑̾͐̚ė̡̡̳̺̙̼͉̎͒̎̄́̐͗ͅ ŷ̹͈̜̼̠̞̙́̅̊͋̎͝o̷̬̰̣͖͍͗̿̏͒͐͛̚͜͢ų̶̡̘̺͇̪͚̾̑͗͘͟͜͡ a̺̯̲̙̘͉̔͑̄̾͑̀̆͗̂͢p̸̧̧̢̛͚͉̍̀̒̈̂͗̚å̵̢̭͎͉̟̻̏̍̔̋́̃͒̅̌r͙̻̯̗̖͎̟̀̽͊̉̀̾͛̔͜͝ͅṯ̵̨̪̳̼̘̈́͂̓̋͗͢ a̴̡͍̝̣̱̱͍͐̏̌̚͞n̶͓̩̠̭̙̪͖͇̿̽͐̓̓̂̕͟d̢͔̳̮̬̃̃̅̀́̕͝͝͞͠ ś̢̘̼̰̲̮͕́͊́̚t̸̢̗͎̬͖̮͊͒̏́̅̊̂͂r̯̜̘̲̤͙̿͑̽͌̾̽̆͌͘͜ư̸̢͎͉̭̼̿͊̓̏͠n̫̻̟̜̯͌̍̆̿̄̉̏̈́̋͜͢͟͞g̶̡̘̬̫̜̮̱̰̞̤̏̉̂̾͑̂̍̋ y̷̧̹̭̩̯̳̣͆͆͋͊̇̒͒͞ơ̢̡͈̫͍̱̞̆̌̒̎͠͡ǘ̷̪̼̞̺̼̹̯͖̩̫̅̽͊̿͘̚͞ŕ͇̹͙̺̘̙̮̫̝̒͋̓͆͂͗ h̸̡̡̘̺̫̘͑̌̇̄͂̉̋͛͆͟e̛̗̦͙̖̦̹̩̟̗̾̔̋̒̃̅͂̔a̸̖͖͙̤̣͛̀̈̂̄̚͡ŗ̷̛̪͓̝̥̼̀͐͐͆͐͑̔͝t͔̣͖̱̦̬̋̆͂̐̓̌͢.̧̢̤̱̪̗͒̀͒̔̋͗́͊
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"He-" Her lip began to tremble.
𝐻𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊.
A new voice spoke up in her mind.
"He loves Sarian and Isabella.. I'm-" Ana tightened her grip.
𝐻𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎.
She relaxed her shoulders, smiling a bit, "Right."
𝐻𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊.
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Ḩ͎̤̰͍̖͍̌͌̑̿́̊̋̍͘͠e̡͈̙̠͇̫̬̾̈́̈́̓͗̾̂̏̚͟͡ a̡̛̤̙̫͗̃̒̾̓̀̈́̕͟͝l̶̛̮͍͎͈̠̼͖̮͑̓̍͗̈̕̚̕r̵̠̭̱͕̮̟̩̮̅̊͗̀̍͑̉̏͞ͅe̴̡͚̭̩̤̭͓̱̓̈́̾́͞a̵̠̫̲̫̩͓̣̝̫̽̈̃̅͌͜͠͞͞d̺͕̲͓̱͔͕̿̆͊͘͠y̻͔̞͇̯̯̪͑̂̐͗̆́͟͠ ṗ̶̢̡̢̱̭̩̠͔͋̊̂͟͢͝͝r̶̨̬̦͖͍̥̬̍̏͛̿̂̽͢͝o̶̧̢̼̖̪̟͔̜̊͑̿͂͝v̷̢̨̢̩̖̲̘̤͐͒̓̓̈́̇́͟͝ͅė͇̟̯͎͉̼̺̹̆̎͊̀͋͡͞ḍ̼̣̭̦̯͇̬͋̇͗̆̉̎́́͘̕͜ h̢͚̻̗͍̔̀̐̐̆̏e͍̥̗͔̼̬̿̒̄̈̋̽̀͌̓͟͞ w͚͖̜͈̥̿̉͗͐̇̌̚į̟͙̟̥͕͈̟̼̀̀͋̀̓͠l̷̡̬͖͇̬͉͂̋̎́́̉̑̾̚l̛̳̝͖̩̝̣̋͌̾̊̚ b̶̻̬̗̼̹̬̭̆̓̈̑͆̚̚̕ę̘̰̺̮͖̭͖̈́̆̓͐͛̃̀̚͡t̞̫͈̖̩̱͉̙͔́̾̊́́̋̚͠r̝̼̞͍̋̍͑͂́͢à̧̠̭̪͚̒̂̂͊y̵̧͍̹̱̦̣̠̣̍̎̓̋́̓̊͋͘ͅ h̴̪͍̟̗̯̻̗̠̽̇̄͘͘e̬̖̗̦͚̋͐̈̀̏̎̉͋͘͟͠ṟ̢͕̞̬͈̉̀̄̓̿͝ f͕̫̘̜̳͌̔͋͑́̑̿͟͝ỏ̶̲͔̹͕̻̰̙̈́̊̌̇͗̈́͘̚͡ŗ̡͎̫̼̗̜͍̅̇̂̒̊̎̕ͅ ẖ̻̰̣̲̝͓̓̀̊̑͛ĭ̴̼̟̙̙̖̙̖͈͊̂̃̓͢͠s̶̨̱̘̘̘̝͕͛̊̒̆̊͟͟͜ o̶̢͙̫̙͍̫̩͐͆̒̓̕͠w̸͇̗̪͊̑̇̾͊̓̔̽͆̿͜͢ň̺̫̩̗̟̼͙͔̗͂͌́͂͆̏̕͝͞ d̵̢͕͓͓̙͎͉̝̬͆͗̈̈́͒͂̈́͞ͅĕ̴̞͉͓͍̋͗͛͛̽͌̚͢s̛̻̮͇̪̒͑̉͊́̎̉̕͢͠ī̢̫̼̫̪̱͚̤̪̠̈́̀̑̿́̏ṙ̴̡̡̹̙̞̲̖́̋̾͆̔͡͝e̷̘̹̩͙̫̺͍͒̍͊̋̒́͊̍s̢̜̘̝̲̪͐͊͆̒̾͘͜͜͜͞.̡̦̜͉͎̎͑͌̎̓̑̔̎͠ͅ
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𝐻𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹. 𝐻𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊.
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Ȟ̨̥̙͇͖̯̰̘̲̣̈͑́̂ȩ̬̤̙͙̝̹͔̽̍̽̂̚ ȏ̡͍̼̣̲̭̀́́͝ͅň̡̡̛̹͕̞̣͔̥̮̖̅̓͒͊̐̒l̵̢̹͕̤̤̖͈̪̫̝̏́̀̓̍͆̓y̵̡̛̗͚͎̞̬̰̭̝͆̆͛͐̀̕̚͢ w̸̢̳͔̥̋̈́̐̔͌̓̅́̋͜ā͈̘̥̣̺̀̐͛̋̚̕͢͠n̴̝̬͇̦̥̘̙̆̽͆̓̄͜ͅt̶̤̻͔̝̝̖̞̑͂̿̆͞ͅs̶̢̛̖̣̩̦̰̟͔̼̐͌͋̀͡ t͕̲̳̞̪̂́͋̈͆͆̉̈́͟͠o̸̢̜͚̞̝̖͗̒̊̉̍͢ u̸̼͙̳̼̫̘̍̆͋̂̍̚s̷̨͍̹̪̩̽͛̆̽̔̇͗̆͘͟e̶͖̖̘̼̺͓̎̈́̂͑͐̈́̃̄͞ y͇̩̺̰̙̐͊͗̎̕͝o̹̖̤̲͉͓̫̥̟̥͒̿̌́͑̒̋̂̈́̚ų̸̢̻̬͚̖̙͉͛́̌̐̅̈͐̚͟͞.̨̢̦̰̻̖̝̟̫̠̃̀͛͆͂̈́̿̉͛̕
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𝐻𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓃𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓀𝒶𝓎.
Her feet led her to no where, as her mind fought itself. "He says I'm fragile.. Easily broken.."
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Ã̖̼̯̻̅̔̑̆̍̿̓͢͝ͅ d̢̡̢̬̰̭͇̱̜̰̓̍̿̊͐͋͒͌͞ò̝̣̼̖͚͔̙̔͑̏̈͟͠͡͞l̶̻̟̭͈̗̬̉̐̃̿̌͛̏͋͆͝l̴̡̲̗̬̬̰̥̯̎̒̌̎̍̎͘͠ t͔̻̳͓̾̃̆͌̒͘͟͠h̢̡̧̺̘̠͔͎̜̳́̑͋̈́̾̃͐a̶̬̗̙̼̯̍̋̓͗̿̓̃̍̉͝t̵̘̖͔̳̯̥̀͂̍͗̾̌̑̄͟ͅ n̶͓͇̣̹̜̳͆̔͗͛̑̑̔͜ę̦̲̥̦͌̓͛̒̓̽͊͌ë̵̗̲̱̙̥̹̻͋̒̏̐͠͞d̸̝̲̺̖͓̻̹́̈́͆̑̽͛̑͝͝͡s̷̢̳̳̘̘̫͉̘̽̋̉̈͡ͅ t̢̗̪̖̹̯̤̝̞̍̉̏͗̇̇̂́̕ǫ̸̢̬̣̲̘̥̳͓͗͌̋̔͠͝ͅ ḅ̸̧̢̯͕̣̣̟̹͆̈́̾́̊̽̀̾͘͜ę̪̙̼͖̦̲͔͒̂̒̒͒̽̎̄̂͝ p̷̢̛͍̠̪̦̭̅̅̌͘r̸͖̪̩̠̪̊͐̉́̈́͘ȯ̢̻̙̯̱͉͓̆̒͌͡t̴̠̼̯̘͙̮̦̭̟͗̓̒̈́̆̀͢͠ę̷͈̯̪̦̬͓̅͂̑̉͛̓͟͡ç̣̰̻̘̳̞͒͒̅̓͘t͚̗̥̯̮͍͒̈́͋̽̈̒͝e̡͇̘̟͔͎̥͒̆̿̓̇̐̑̕̚͞ḓ̦̝͇̝̓͐̽̿͂̂̾͜͝ͅ.̨̟̯̣̯̀̔͛͐̎͗͘͞
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𝒜 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒.
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H̵̠̻̭̤̪̹̙͒̈́͐̎̿̋͑̈̕͞ē̶̘̰̲̫͇̮̎͋̉͑ h̸̡̹͍͔̪̤͚͇̊͂͗̓̀͂̋͑͜͢͡ọ̡̱͎͈͓͔̙̻͑̌͒̐͒́̎̿̿͘ͅl̷͎̜͔͍̤͙͎̇̓̓̋͌͟d̛͙̟̜͓̼̘̑̅̔̒̃̈́͊̕ṣ̶̥̳̼̱̩͚̮̐͌̿́̿̿̆̆͢͟ n̶̜̙̲͖͍͖̙͓̈́̂̉͛̑̎͑̓̚͜ỡ̦͕̯̣̙̌͌͋ f̷̰̝̯̤̲͍̙͑͗̐̀̚͟͜͞a̘̲̮̖̼̻̍̅͛͋̚i̸̢͓̯̺̪͓͎̪̲̔̅͂̓͂̋t̴͎͍͈̞̝͂̂̀̀̒̀̓͡h̡̛͓͇̤͙̰͓̻͚͕̆͛̅̑̾̊̐̕͠ í̶̻̪̣̠̜̲̟̥̱̊͊̐̄͝ͅņ͙͔̲͖̜̯͛̽̀̄̄̄̕͜͢ y̷̛̬̩̝͈̭̫̑̋̌͑̒́͢͟͠͡ͅǫ̠̜̤̰͓̘̆̀̂͗̔ų̵̛̫͎̥͔̩̫̗̲̰͛̓̏̔̓́͂͝͝r̶̢̳̣̞̤̜̰̯̒̓̒̋̀̃̉̊̆̕ a̛̳̳̭̲̟̭͖̓̓̒̄̒͌̎̃̀b̡̘͕̜̭̖̙̄͊̀̔̉͌͘͟i͇̖͎̼͖̼̫̙̟̔͑́͐͗͘l̴̫̠͚̬̲͍̹͎̀͌̌͋̀ȉ̧̧̨͉̱̰̹̗̪̗͗͗̐̾͌̔̚͠t̸̨̡͖͎̘͑̊͌̈̏͐͂̍ī̴̦̯͇͓̦̲̘̍̈́̈́͗̚͢͜͞͞ȩ̟̺̱̬͈̗͒͑̀͒́͌͝s̶̛̛̩͎̦̫̩̪̜̋̈̃̒̎͞.̨̨͔̭̞̮͔̮̩̈́͛͗̔̇́̎͝
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𝐻𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝐻𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓁𝓎.
She felt the aching in her heart beginning to dull as the voices fought within her.
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Ỹ̤̗̼̤̮̪͈̠̂̂͆͋̅̉͂̄̕ͅo̷̢̗̣̬͙͍̝̱̥̯̎͊́́͋͊̕͞͡u̦̞̹͖̺̘̘̘̐͗͂̋̄͋̽̀̎r̢̻͇͙̙̰͖̆͂͌̆͞ h̡̼̟̠̗̝̣̪̿́̾́̑̾͝ų̷̘̞͕͔̬̥̳́͑̍̽̑̌̐̚͘͜ś̸̨̧̥͇̝͕̼̤̉̒̈́̋̆̽̀̕b̵̧̞̥̖͇͖̙͖̠̽̿͗͊͒̏͠ą̢̧̲͈͉̲̻͚̑̊́͗́̈́́͝͝n̢͖̞̤̩̗̟͂͂̈͊̀ḍ̲̱̺̝̮̀̄̂̏̄̋̚͟͞͞ i̡̹̱̻̱͓͚̮̮̽̽̿͊̇̌̐̓̚͢͞s̡̳̭̼̻̗̀̄̒̇̃̚̕͡ ô̷̧͇̹͔͚̤̾̏̓͡͡ͅͅn̴̛̛̠̮̗̭̤͍̗̳̋͗̀̆͂̚ḷ̜̖͉̩̤̋́̇̈͞͠ÿ̷̢̗̝̤̖̓̈̆̍͆͘͘͘͢ ǔ͓̬̼̞̱̝̖̤̄͂̎͌̌̉s̴͙̻̮̅̈́͛͑̅̎̈͢͟͠͞i̧̺͓͔̫̠̤̺͗̑̔̏͌̚͡n̷͍̫͉͕͚̟͎̜̈́̋̑̈͑͜g̴̨̢̛̜̻̯͇̭̩̯̱̎̀͒͗́̈̆̓ ẙ̨̫͙͈̱͊̀̌̅̂̍ö̢̖̘̜̩͕̻̬́͋̂̉̈́̔͌͢ú̴̧̖̖̺̓̇̋̄̕̕͟͠͠ t̘̺͙͓̲̺͍͇̍̓̌̆̒̕ͅo̧̫͙̮̩̳̟̥̎̍̊͗́̕͠͞ f̶̣͉̠̬̺͈̙̠͍̑̋̂͛͛̂ͅr̗̤̬̤̯̖̟͐̃̍̐̽̅̆͠e̱̪͔͎̰̾̌̇̂͝e̷̮͓̼̜͈̮͇͊͛̍̓̕͟͜͞ h̡̛̟̞̪̻̙̣̠̏̀́͑̉͘͝i̴̡̛̺͙͔̻̰̦̋̈́̇̇͡m̷̯̼͓͉̙̬̂͊̽̑̉̀̓̍̚ş̷̠̻̣̩̹̖͍̮̋͒̿̿̏̃̍͠ë̴̮̖̻͕̞͇͒̊̿̅͌͛̌͟͜͝ͅͅl̷͚̺͚͉̠̅̒̍͋̉͟͜͠f̧͈͚̰̮̩̹̏̈́͂̂̏̋́͘.͚͎̱͈̞̞̤͋͌́̅̚ T̸̢̼̮̟̯͙͈̘̈́̏̔̍̚h̷̡̰̝̠̻̭͙͋̉̅͆͢͠e̵̢͇̳͉͓͐̌̌́͗͜͜ṛ̰͚̳̹̊̇̀̊̀̏̑̚͡è̞̗͉̝͖̙̪͓̘̾͛̀̂̀́̽͒͞ í̡̜̞̪̗̗̣̫̾͋̐͌͆́̈́͡s̛̲̖͉̙̱͖̎͒̊́̃̈́̿͑ n̨̩͓̙̮͛̈́̒͐̚͢o̵̻̗͕̜͕͍̓̌̾̏̾ ḷ̬̪̜̪͈̃̄͛̏́͒ͅͅo̴̡̧̼͚͙͉̫̻̭͂̐̀̾̇͘̕͞v̸̙̥͍̘̜͇̏̔͆̚͡ͅẻ̫͇̩̜͙̘̲́̉͐̌̾̃͘̕͞ͅͅ.̛̪̖̫̺̖̩̂̋́̊͊̽
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𝐻𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓊𝓅𝓈𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊.
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H̶̬̳̖̃̿͛͛̂̀̌̚͜͟͠͡e̵̯͎̲̬̯̘̊̓̌́̆̅ j̟̩̠̪͈̲̭͆̐̇̀͘ͅų̨͇̭̣͋̄̂͋̌̃͟͢͝͡s̶̪̞̪͙͈̃̂̄́͆͑͞͝t̵̻̥̘̯͉̣͒̇͛̒́̾̀͘ͅ w̞̩̻̣̘̥͚̌͂̈́͒̈́̎̃͟͡ą̷̠͉̝̹̹̲̏͋̿̏̄̈́͡͠ͅn̢̲̣̪̥̣̝̜̝͊̍̀̈́̏̔̅̔ṫ̵̢̙̠͓̜̩̍̇͒̀͂͛̽̀͘ş̠̟̗͎͚͋̈́̐̆̋̕ h̵̨̛̠̘̻̪͊̊̂̓́͟i͕͉̝̺͉͉͌́̒̑̆̽̆͜͞ş̷̺͚̣̜̍̒̈͆͐̍̽̾̔͜͝ f̡̞͓͓̞͕̞͕̅͛͑͒̕͜͝r̴̠̘̮͙̻̼̾̀́͒̊̒͐̕ë̵̹̳͈̻̦̆̇́̂͞ë̵̫͈͙͉̜̍̈́̈́͞d̵̡͔̠̘̪̭̪͊̅͆̈̓̀̋͛̕ǫ̵̡͈̫͓̠̤̝̉̔̿͑͒̆͂̿͝m̥͍̹̪̘̥̱̈̋͐̊͘͠ a͈̩̮̩̾̅̉̂͢͞ͅn̛̫̠̱̹̘̏̌̇̓͘͠͡͠ḍ͈̙̯̣̘̜̪̜͗̔̒̀̀͐̓͊͡ ţ̰̺͎̮̌́̃̓̊̿̒̾͢͠͞o̵͖͈̭̫͎͓̖̹̐͌̀̎́͢͝ͅ ủ̧̥͈͓̬̜̋̌̊̈́s̝̗̹̺̼̙͋̅͋̅͑̒ė͉͚̫͚̻͊̍̃̍̍͢ h̛̠̦̭̝͕̩̅̀͊̒̔ͅȩ̶̡̹̝͉̹͐͂͗̄̕͟r̭̥͕͓̩̘͉̼̪̗̓̾̔͐͘ t̟̪̹̘͉͔̖̰͎̔͒̔͋̕ͅo̴̢̥͔̯͍̽̓̔̈́̓͊̌̕͠ g̷̗̯͉̯̯̮̾͗̒̏̊̕͘ȩ̢͙̤͓̮̬̣̏̽͋͌͒͛̽͛̈͝t̸̗̙̣̪̪̣͆̓̔́͊̎̃͜͠ͅ t͙͓͎̦̘̼͉͛͌̌̎̇̉͘͘͢o͉̰͈̳̞̟̘̙͈̘͋̋̑͂͂͂ S̟̫̮̼͕̃̌͑̀̾̌ạ̶͓̮͙̰̊̏̐̃̚͝ͅŗ̟͖͓͐̿̐͂̚͜i̵̖͙͚͍̪̿̇̐̋̎̑͡ͅa̹̲̹̙͈̐̑̈́̑͂͋̓̈́͟n̨̡͔̬͖̂̉̇̋̏̉̅͗͜͜.̶̡̯͇̟̣̗̰͉̔̀̄̾͊͆͜
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"I don't care..." The pain had returned to her heart.
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Ỵ̶̖͙̗̱̩̻̈̊͒̌̐̓̕͞ǭ̖̪̹̠͋̀͑̓̐͘͠ú̩͓̤̮͈̖͂̈́̀̐̎̓͑̕͟͝'̧̮͇͔̫͕̦̟͊̋̂͆̑̕̚r͈̹̥͓̲̐̐̎̾͗̿͡ê̷̡̛̳͎̠̪̈͂̽̚͘͡ ļ̡̱͉̱̲̙͉͈̀̇͛̔͋͋̀̈́ͅé̶̬̘̳̎̉́͌͗̈͒͢͢͡͝t̡̛̮̻̺͓͚̣̭͕́̌̔̎̓͘ẗ̶̺̯̫̹͍̠͕̺͆̋̉̿̈̕͝ì̧̬̲̮̦̈̄̅́̈̊̿̕͜͜n̵̡̗̦̲̱̞̮̘͇͑͑͐̈̿̃̒̄͘ģ̱͙͇͍͔̝̱͇̜́̃̾̚͘͘ y̧̛͓̪̜̠͕̟͚̞̯̓̿̍͊͗ȯ̱̜̠̙̯͋̉̍̉̂̕͜ṵ̸̗̤̼̬̳͕̥͑͗̓̿̇̈́͠r̸̢̡͕̘͎̯̼̲̍̎̏͂̂́̈́ d̫̭̞̩͒͊̓̓̂̓̇̐́͟r̶̨͓͓̹͚̫̯̬̾̀͒̆̉é̢͓͓̪̲̻̟̠̲̉́̿̇̈́͆á̷̢̝͓̫̖̉̋̓͟͠͞m̷̝̻͚͚̮̹̩͊͆̄͗̇̽̈̽̏̕s̸̢̤̳̘̘̬̥̤͚͂͋͆̈́͒͐̽̚͜ b̢͖̙̺̦͎͔͕̳̐́͛͐̎̽͠ͅl̴̢̛̠̱̰͙̐̍̄̿̉͡i̷̡̠͇̝͖̮̹͇̎̆͒̀͋̈́͆͌͠ǹ̳̞̥̦̦̎͒͑̆́̅̀̑̕ḏ̸̖̼̻͚͎̝̬̋͐͌̓͊͛̂̋̔̾͟͟ y̛͓͕͕̖̫̬̋̃̒́͟ǫ̶̼͚̥͛̑̏̽̄͜ū͇̻̜̫͕̠̼͎̩̊͐͊̅͐͗͘͢ ţ̸̨̛̖͈͉̰̅͆̓́̈̀̏͟͜o̦̥̤̼̝̹͛͐̏̅̇͞ͅ ť̴̢̹̹̼̪̪͔̻̒͒͗͂͌͞͞h̵̯͎̲̺̰͖̓̀͌̀̀̉̃̆͋e̥͎̻̦̼̲̲̠͖͐̆̈́̑̀̊̽͗͠ t͍̼̣̩̥̪̎̾̽̑͑̏́͂͘r̵̛̩̫̜̜͈̖͈̔͌̐̄̆̉̕̕͜͢͠u̷͖̩̠̲̼̫͕̻͉̔̑̉̄͑̐̉͒ť̸͎̼̟̗̙̻̻͍̣͇̐̅̀́ḥ̵̨̛͙̼̻͇̅͛͂̀̏̾͂͢͜͝ ỷ̴̨͚͉̱́́͗̇̕͟ò̷̧̢̢͙͖̜̟͋̒̒̈̈́͑͠͡ú̴̧͇̙̙̲̞̣̀͐̎̎͊ ṡ̵̠͈͎̝̪̐͗̂̐͆̒̚͢͡ē̢̦͕͎͔̖̝̦̙̙͆̑͋͊͛̍e̷͔̮͙̠̺̣̣͚͂̓̄̉̀̓̆͌̅͒͟ͅk̵̢͖͇͓͖̫͆̿̐̉́̃̓̚.̶̢̢̼͓̫̞̣̯̜́̍̀̓́͠ͅ
𝐻𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐻𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒
𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐻𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊.
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H̫͔͎̮͇̻͐͒̀̈́͡e̛̥̝̖͍͎͑͊͑̄̾̌̀̚͟͠ d̨͉͚͇̭͍̲̓́͌͋́͘͟ȯ̧̦̜̙̲͓̞͕͙̇̐̇́̄͠ͅe̷̖͔̪̭̿̑́̀̐̑̂͂͢s̡̡̡̻̥̖͓̥̀̌́̈́͌̚͝͡n̴͈̰̫̭͚̥̼̬̜͙̒̄̅͒̐̇̀̒͘'̸̢̨͚̲̋͂̅͑͋̿̇͢t̩͇͔͖̖̫̖͛̓͗͊͆͌͋̕͢ k̹̜̳̻̎̐̂͗͌̂̀̚͟ņ̸̻͍̤̦̲̜̝͋̀͂̎̓̉̊́͡͠ơ̩͇̘͍͈̯͎̮͉̐̈̌̄͆̀́̈̕ẃ̷̯̺̤̰̼͉͂̏̍̈́̚͝ h̶̨͕̹͉̭̲̄͛̓͊̍̈͞ǒ̶̡̧͎̲͊͗̓͒̈́͟͞͡ͅw̵̛̘̱͇̦̻͍̋̿̇͆̓͂͜͞ ṫ̗̹̘̤̝͉̟͎̠͂͂̊̚͟͞ǭ̸̛̞̞̜͙̜́̀́̾̈̾͢ t̟̳̝̟̳̎̓̎̃͐̍͘͢͠r̨͉͉̺̲̗̦̽͗̎́͋́͋̚͞ę̣͕̤͉̯̗̻͖͋̅͑́̾͜͞a̟͖̼̣̘̫̖̪͛̓͑̍̉̿̓̌͟t̛̮̥̜̹̬̤͍͌̇͌͆͋̓̆͟ ơ̞̩̱͍̲̘̑̀̋̕͘͜͞r̷̼͍͙̙̲͙͛̍̐̀͊̓̀͠͠ t̢̺͔̘̹͎̀̐̃̀̚̚e͖͕̫̤̻͈̗̼̦͓̒̈́͆̋̈̈͂̃̕͝n̤̮͙̠̲̺̪̾̑̃͌͜͝ḑ̴̢̯͍̤̣͇͑̇̇̋͐͆͟͢͡ t̶̬̜͚̞̄̍͂͋̕͘͜o̶̢̺̱̦̘̳͓̎̓͆̃̍͌̕͡ ŷ̶̭͎̱̭̬͍̐́́̒o̶͎̦̹͇̜͌̇͌̓͛͗̒̕͘ũ̸̬̮̞̰̜̠̏͒̽̑͂̎͞͠ͅ.̴̣̹̺̤͖̗̿̓͂̍̾͞ͅ
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𝐻𝑒'𝓈 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉. 𝐻𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁.
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Ḩ̸̛̗̻̖̠̭͈̝̠̔̈̆͊̐̽̏̅͛ë̴̝̻̼̲͚͂̊̀̀̒͛͛͞ ẁ̶̺͈̫̮͔̗̫́͗̆̾̈͛̕͠͡ö̴̘̝̳͖̦̠̉̓͗̑͒́̏͢͜͡n̶̨̨͉͈̜̗̘̥͓̠̎̐̊͌͛̀͘͞'̶̢͔̲̗̬̣̦̙̩̄͐́͘͜͝t̶̖̬͓͈̱̗̖̓̓̔̋̎̃͗̔͌̄ á̵̰͇̠̠͇̣̰̀́͂̉ç̵̳̲͖̹̞͕̜͆̍͆̂̉̑̐̃̄͠c̮̤̫̟͕̟̲͌̽̐̅͆̿̎̕͜͟͟͠e̼̞͇͇͈̤̜͉͂͂̿͛͗́͢p̸̼̦̣̫͉͋͗͂͊͆͐̚͟͞t̨͇̰͇̯̤͙̘̱̔͑́̄̽̉̐̿͘ ḩ̗̪̲͎̣̻͋͆͒͒̚͘͘͞e͙̝͍̬̰̭͙͛̊̉̐͐ṟ̡̱̠͓̹̖̬̙̫͌̔̀̎̕ ẗ̮͍̮̱͇͚́̏͂̋̆͒̈́̾̕̚r̵̫̘̞̺̹̩̭̈̔̀͆́͊́͒̎̄͟ũ̙̼͖͖̲̩͍͗̊̎̽̆͟͟͝͠ṱ̸̛̠̝̪̣͔͌͒̎̅̈́̀̅͘͟ͅͅḣ̻̟̮͍͉͖͙̣̤̣̀̐̔̈͝͠.̡͕͇̳̀̎͒̈́͆̌̂͑͠͞ͅ H͔̭̠̪͚͔͐̓̈́̇̑ę̶̼̖̱̬̆̃̿̒̈́̌̎͠ w̶̞͓͚͇͎̭̅̈́̉̑̿̚͠i̴̤̣̗͎͖̳͓͆̽͗̔̈́̇́͞͡l̼̺̲̥̠̙̣̱͆́̀͗̽͛̈́͒͢͢l̶̨̩̝̣̰̄̽̍̐̈̓̿͜ͅ ḵ̸̛͓̙̠̫̓̑́͋̑̔̈́͠͝i̛̮̘̱̗̦̹̹̓̑̀̉̅͑̕͢͝͞l͖̗͉͙̔̀̋̆͆͟͞ͅl̝̘̜͖̺̟̥̬͑̍̒̈́͆͐̾̿̚̚͜͢ h͕̫̩͎͈̹̒͑̅̀̍͗̃͛͘̚͢͜ȅ̡̛̝̱̬̯̈͗̑͆r͚̹͉̠̟̋͂̽͌͝͞ f̴̧̹͚͕̘̏̌̃́̈̿̚͡ö̢̨̤͖̣̻̋̍̐̍̅̋̕͡ŕ̸̡̯̟͇̩̫̰̳̙͍̉͋́̉̽̀̒ i̵̧̜̰̖͍̺̣͉̯̇͆͗̐̐͆͋̓ṫ̷̛͓̥̯̬̯͍̖̝̌͋̀̏͐̕.̸̲̟̝̜̞̩̌̊̎̾̎̀̀̀̚
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𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁.
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Ÿ̷̢̯̣̖͇͒̃̿͋̚͟͜͡ǒ̢̩̰͕̰̙͊̒̓͒̌̑͘͟u̴̖̯̯̭̝̓̓̿̄́͑͊̑͝͝ ȍ̵͉̘̟̘̘̱̭̫̜̆͆̍́̓͑̎̚͘ň̵̢̺͈̮̠̻̮̣͐̄͑͐́͡l̩͎̫̼̈͑̓̎̃̐̇͟͠y̶̦̟̭͓̰̲͔̌̊͑̄̌ b̧̛͓̱͕̦̭̤͐̏́̾͑̓̎͠r̢̛̳͕̟̺̯̯̰̮̖̐́̈̾͗͡î͓͉̫͇̻̄͌̇̍̆̽̚͝n͍̞̟̟̞̰̜̑̊͒̆͗͂̐g̶̛̘̪̘̹̮͎̮̠͂̀͋͘͞ͅ p̶̛̛̳̮̫̰̞̤̟̭̈̐̔̓̒͗̓̚ą̙͚͕̩̹͆̽̆́̀͒̊͘͢i̡̡̭̱̤̓̾̄̾̅͡ͅn̸̠͎̙͚͚̘͍͇̳̺̿̋̽̈͌̽̕.̷̞͓̖̫̳̰̂̇̈̑͗͋͆̒̽͢͟͜͡ W̴̡̡̯͚̥̲̺̤̄̀̒͑̎͊̀͆͘̕ȉ̷̛̥̗̭̮̟̏̔͆l̨̹̪̜̪̺͉͗̈́̀̇̕l̡̧͙͈̥̲̼̍͌̋͆̾͜͝͞ y̴̡̱̣̜̙̖̤͑̾̂̎̆͋͗o̯̞͖̰̞͚̝̥͍̿̃̓̔̽́u̵̢̯̼̩̳͊̆̏̇̈́͘͘ͅͅ ḣ̢̗̭̮̟̄̋͌̈̊̄̏͒u̩̲͖̟̙̯̠̿̍̾̓͢͞͝͠r̼̹͚̞̥̮͐͛̍̏̈̃̀̕͢͠͝t̢̛̗̟̠̘̠̼̅͆͒̽̿͗͘͝ ą̵̖̮̫̮̒́͋̅̈́͒̽̕̕͞n̷̡̢͖̞̟͎̲̝̹̬͌̉̇̄̈͑̌̓͞ȯ͓̹̮̼͎͉̠̖̪̌̄̀͂̕͞͠ţ̹̲͚̤͓̖̜̪̺̌̍̑̎̓̋̉͆̚̚ḣ̝͍͎͙̹͖̮̣̫̓̋̈́̅̀̒͘͠e̶̢̛̯̹̣͙͛̀́̄r̨̩͇͚̟̳̹̍͋͌̒̅̀̃ ṱ̸̞̦̞̫̃̍̎̓̄͒̓͋o͚̬̻̗̜̭̣͋̎̊̽͝ͅ r͎̻̠̯͇͉̗̽͌̂͆͒͊́͑̓̚e̡̡̡͇͖̟̪̫̻͛́̈́̇͆̒͘͟m̧̭̥̮͒͂͗͊̎͜å̷̛̜̳̜̗̘̔̐́͘ȋ̶̢̨̳̫͕͕̪̱̑̓̃̚͜͡n̨̛̝̹̬̮̼̘̙̮͙̓́̂̈̍̀͐͝͠ w̺̞̭̥͂͐̏̀͊͆͐͒͘͠ͅh̷̨̨̛̙̘̲̘͈͕͑̓̽̔ô̶̧̟̦̠͇̻̞̬͗̇͛͆͛͌̕l̨̡̛͍̘̮̰̜̊͆̃͌̌̑͜e̘̘̙̺̤̻̼̿̊̿̔͆͞͞?̴̯̦̰̞͕̯̼̟̭̮̀̈̀̋̑̓͌͡
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𝒞𝑜𝓂𝓂𝓊𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝓀𝑒𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒.
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Ỳ̡̨̦̣̖̍̓͋̽͋͠͠ͅơ̧̧̯̘̗̥̝̑̑̓̋̋̕͡ű̷̧̺̬̞̖̝̜͕̏̔́̋ͅ'͎͓̳̭͕̱͕̟̏̍͋̿͂͑̈̀͒͞r̴̛͚͎̪̭͈̄̆̈͗͘͜͝ȇ̥͚̠̭̳̠̱͗̊̅͐̄͑̍ ą̧͍̱̗̝͔̀̀͆̈́́̾̊̈́̕͟ b̷̠̲͔͍̙͎͕͈̜̌̀̌̉͡r̡̯̞̰̳̺͙͂̌͐̾̍̊̓̎o͉͖̳̬͉͇͚̺̎͋̅̽̾̆̈́̕͟͟͠k̵̨̼̹̼̫͍͎̤̿̇̄̾̾̒̀͐͆̑ē̻͖̭̼̺̲̝̭̓̐̌̆̆͊̀̕͜ņ̴̛̜͖̞̅̒̎͂͟ d̸̢̮̘͈̟̝̝͎̳̦̈́̔͗̐̀́̒͋͘õ̧͍͎̻̝̪̼͋̓̂͑̔́͡͝l͙̖͔̻̻̰̏̊̀̈͑̉̐͆͆͘ͅl̵̛̩͚̥̯̻͖̈́̂́̂͑,̘̟͕͉̹̺̾̇̏͋͐̈́͘͞͝͝ s̶͍̞̺̭͓̬̪̗̠̆͑͊́̈́̋͘͝t̡̡̰̝͎͛͆̀̅̉͛̿͊͟ĕ̡̞̯̰̝̼̮͕̬̬͐̎̆̽̃͘͘͝͡a̵̧̱̰̣͎̺̟̝̖͔̿͋̈̈́͊̅́͘̚l̯̭͇͖͕͓̅͑̐͊̃͘͜͢͞͝ͅi̴̢͓͇̙̼̫͆̂͆̽́̇͢ͅǹ̸̙̮̹̙̪͑͒̀͝g̲͍̻͎͍͇̖̦͊̊͗̔͌͊̓͞ p̨̞̪͕̗̌͑͐͝͝͠i̟̬͇̻̦̥͈̝͖̿̋̉̍͑̇͡e̛̪͎͎̜͔̯̝͖͖͉͒͆̓̚c̨͔͉̤̜̭̮̞̪̖̃̋̎́̿̓͡e̢͉̺̹̞̲̦͕̣͂̎͆̒͑͠ş̸̠̹͉͍͙̫̙̫̀̂̅̚͟͞ o̸̺͕̟̻̣͔̦̹͇͋͂̿̊̓̽͘͜f̢̨̛̻̬̯̲̲̦̀̃̅̔̀̇̋̕͠ ō̷̧̪͇̖͂̆̉̓̄͑̅͌͠ͅt̛̻̮̦̱̦̤̰͒̑̽͑͊͌̓͡h̷̲̥̤͕̤̅̈́̉͛̿̕͟e̸̳̺͉̖͇̮͉͎͑̋̑͐̒̽͗͢͝ͅr̸̹͍̮̹̱̔̋͒̌̀͘ͅs͕̙̭̝͚̻̳͉̟͇̈́̽̅͗̔̃͋̎͞͝ t̶̰̫̞̹̜̣͛̒̊̏̔ǫ̨̭͈̮̹̝̥̮̭̊̈́͌̍́͞ l̡̢̛̪̲̝̥̳̮̻̺͒̌͂̓̎̓͠ȉ̶̡̛͓͖͚̱̜̪̍̇͟͞v̷̨̱̯̭͍͗̊̎́͘ȩ̷̡͖̝͉͚̬̫͈̃̀͒́͡.̵͚͖̬̻̜̰̑̆͛̑̃̕͟͞
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𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁. 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝑜𝓀𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈.
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T̛̝͚͖̞͕͇̲͚̮͋͛̓̑͐h̭̠͚̤̜͎͇̱̀̇͐̋̕͠ê̡͚͓͔̪̩̝͓̈́̋̌̈́̍́̋̕͞ŷ̸̰͔̗͈̞̽̐̿̊́̋̏̆͠'̧̡̘̳̱̮̙̩͕͂̅̔́̑͐̐̕͡l̵̢̛̘͓͔͚̖͚͇̞̇͗́͌̕͜͝ĺ̶̡̡̛͈̝̺͍̉̿͌̊́̏̇͝ t̵̢̼̲̱̬͔̅̏̽͆̿͊̌̊̊͟h̢̹͍͍̯̭̑͒̊͂͑̄́̀͟͞r̷̡̨͎͍̗͓̪̰͎̾̉̇̎̋̍͋́͟͡ơ̴̢̨̺̼̦̪͕̌̋͒̈̂̊͜͝͝͞w̛̮̰̝͈͍͉͈̎̌̌̌̐̔̽͒ ỷ̴̨͉̬̹̯̰͍̋̇͊́͋̓̆̍͞o̱̯͙̼͓͙͚̰̐̎̊͊̅͘͠ú̸̡͚̦̳̺̱͇̓͛͐̈́̂̆͛̃͞ â̸̫̩̼͚͈̗̤͛͂͌͛͆͘͜͠w̧̬͍͉͙͖͇̤͉̯̎͆͂̏̄a̷͖̭͇̻͕͕͖̓̌͌̉͗̀̉͗̕̕ý̡̡͎̜͔͎͗͋̑̍̕͢͠.̘̭͍̼͓̗̦̃͒͊̌̋͋̓͐͝
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𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊.
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Y̨͚͚̫̹͓͕̆̓̍̍̈̈̈́̾ő̸̹̦̬̯͈͗̑̈̀͘ů̲̯̯͕̳̃̊̽͊͗̏'̡͈͍̞̮̭͙̃̊̎͂͂̎̐͡͝͡v̨͕̞̺͕̹̲̰̊̈͒́̎́͘̚e̴̢͎̗̬̘͖̝̗͇͙͒́̑̅͠ a̸̧̨̖͇̺̦̥̿̀̈̌̈̃ͅl̥̠̭̯̔̌̊̈́̓͜ȑ̷̨̟̝̭̺̭̭͂̄̂͗̑̀̈́̚͢ͅè̸̢̘͖̱̜̰͆̃̽̓͢͠a̷̢̛̙̲̤͍͂̎͌̓̃͐̒̌ḏ̷̛̣͍̫̇̊̀̀͆̄̈́̕͟y̬͔̠͈̤̥̤̰̱̿͛̽͂̃͞ b̷̞̟̫̀̓͂͐͗̋̿̓͜͜͟͞ė̵̟̥̩̠̙̳̭͇̮͂́̃͋͐̋̂̈́̍e̙͔͓͕͓̼̤̍̿̒̀̏̏̉̚͞ṋ̵̛͉̠̳̺͋̉̓̅̑̃ ļ̛̥̩̬̮̜̏̀̀̋͂̔̂i̢̺̭͍̜̘̪̙͎͗̆̉́̓̏͊̊́͠ē̸̹̺͍̪̖̉͑͌͝͠ḋ͉̤̥͖͚̰̃̍͒̑̓͌͘͠ ţ̛͎̝̬̠̼͚͓̱͂̊́̍́́̑̕͝ó̵̭̘͍̼̖͈͇̬̗̂̅̀̉͞ b̡̭̮͔̗̌̊͐̆̂͐̕͘͢͜e̷̢̛͚̝͎͚̺͕̣̋͐̐͌͋̉͑͟͞f̛͚̣̤̱͈̾̀̆͋̍̇ȏ̯̪͇̤̬̐͑́͌̊͋̚͠r̨͙̩̝̦̻̫͈̆͐͆͢͠͠ͅȩ̵̖̱̮̳̤̩̪͍͓̒̎̇͗͒̆.̷̨͍͙͇̲̱̥͖̈̈́̈́̉̽̌̈̕̚͜͝ W̷͓̙͍̞͙̫͆͐̾̚͞h̸̬͉̘͎͙̮̹̱̤͛̓̏͊́̍̂́̈́͡ͅỳ̬̤̟̤͕̒̋͛͗͆͒̇̚͟͜ r̵̦̝̹̘̲̋̋̓̄̌̚į̢̳̣̫͉͍͎̟̋̿̂̀͘͟͞͝ş̢͎̗̙̥̝̓̿̊̂͑̅́͂̒͑k̨̜̦̩̗̞͊̀͋̓͒͐̈́̽ ṃ̢̭̱̦̜͓̪͖͖͑̓̑̂̕͘ō̵͇͍̹͍̤̘̗̤̆̇̀͆̾̿̓͌̔͢ͅr̴̨̛̦͖͎͌̒͌̑̓̓̋͛͟ȩ̶̬̱̩̦̯̘̲̓̈͌̓̍̇̈̓̏͝ f̨̛̛̗̠͍̺͐̐͐̌͌̾́͘͜ö̘̩̜̺͉́̌̆̿̾͑͘͞ͅr͈̰̩̪̤̗̟̂͒̓̈͗͘̕̕͜ͅ t̴̡̼̞̦̦̿̂̑́̃̎̎͋̌͡h̴̜̪͈̪͇̜͚̞̼͂̀͐̿̏̐̊̌̕o͎̫̻̟̖̗̓̀̈́̎̏͞͞ͅş̷̛̩͓̗̝͛̂̈́̀̌̑͞ĕ̶̢̖̩̯͇̥̫̔̑́͗͂̚͝ ẁ̙̠̹̩̳̱́̄̈́̊͞h̜͚̜̙͈̗͎̽̅̾̅̓͢͡o̹͕̖̊̈̊̌͋̀̇͢͜͟͞ d̷̢̻̫̝̹͇͇͚̮̆̒̇̓̀͆̔͜ơ̴͙̯̠͖̱̓̀̌̅͂̈́͘n̡̯̩̣͎̠͓̪͍̻̽̀̍͛̾'̱͙̭̖͕͚̘͛͋̂̽̾͂̕͝͝t̮̘͎͈͖̗̂̏̎͆̓̅͐̕͟͢ c̩̯͇͚̙̳͗͋̒̈́̓̄͂͘͠à̷̧̘͉͎͔̰̙͓̠͒̐̕͡ṟ̡̙̜̰͉̓͗̒́͝e̪͕̭͚̻̩͓̞̒̋́͌́͜͝?̜̩̩̬͕͔͚͊͆͆̒̌͞ͅ
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𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊! 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎'𝓋𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈.
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Y̯͓̝̮̹̜̹͎̻̩̐̀̈͂̈̀o͔͚̘̗̭͖͑̏̀̔͋̉̆̊͘ư̲͔͇̦̰̰̩̗̾̅̒̈́͆'͕̞̪͎̪̰̺̅̑͒̈́̈́͟͜͟r̶̡̧̠̗͚̩̳̀̄̊̋̀͜e̦̜͔̟̝̤͚̽͑̒̒̚̚͝ h̵̯̯͕̪̼͕̠͈͉̒̏͊͘͞ä̢͉̮͖͉̰͚̹̪͓̌̍̂̾͝͞͡ņ̮̺͇̭͍͒̔̇̌̈̂͒̂̽͢d̷͈͙͔̞͙͔̱̼̀͐͒̌͡s̸̮̬̺͈̊̓̀͐̽͘͡ͅ a̡̯̘͉͓̩̹̘͒̾̇͑̉̓̚͟͝ŕ̸̥̭̝̲͔̹̗̲̣̍́̕͢͞ę̫͚͈͉̹͙̩̰͋͊̍̌̀́ͅ s̨̛̘̜̲̼̑̀́̾͗̀͂͟͞ţ̸̨̮̼͓̻͓̝͍̖͛̊̾͌̽̆͘͡ȧ̡̢̼̲̱̱͍̳́́̇̂͜͜ï̸̙͉̰̖̼̤̏̄̅̌͆̕͡͠n̸̡̪̬̻̺̩͔̒̎̋͊̃̔͡͞͡ȩ̸̧̨͉̮͎̘̝̻̼͊̊̈́̈͒̉̾͞d̛̳̰̟̰̰͚̠͖̈̀́͊̅̔̈̆͜ w̵̭̣̟̭̱̺̗͛̑́͑͑͢͠ȋ̵͔̬̘̺̹̓́̄̀̄͘ẗ̬̣̱̰͇̳̜̀̌͘͘͟͝h̵̢͙̮͓̝̻̤̖̤͎̄̑͊̈́͌͐ b̛̟̦̲̘̍̌̌͐͂̊̏̒̽͟͜l͕͖̪̦̪̟̞͕͙͚̈́͑̿̂́̾͑o̧͈̹̙̰̮̐̄̃̀̇̚͢͞͡o͉̙̖̺͈̍̉̏̅͛̕͘͟d̶̢̢͎̰̹̻̮͂͋̓̔̿̉͜͡ a̶̦̭͎̬̓͑̒̇̔̂̚͢͞ň̶͓̣̻̹̟̌͂̂͆̉͘͜͡͡d̶̻̻̳̼̣͛́́̓̐͗͑̕ s̟̙̻̥͐̿̎͋̀͟͝͠i̢̫̺̪̳̤͒̽̑͛̆̚̕͟͝ṇ̷̩̯̻͍̂͐̆̈́͐.̶̧̢̠͛͂̌͌͗̔͗͢͟͝ͅ
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Her mind felt conflicted, looking at her hands though she felt her breath hitch at the voices now flooding her mind.
𝔐𝔶 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫.
ᎪᏁᎪ!
ᎷᎩ ᎮᏒᎥᏁፈᏋᏕᏕ
𝔸𝕟𝕒 𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦.
The sounds of Ivan, Lily, Terran, and Seth calling to her brought her to her knees.
𝒯𝐻𝐸𝒴 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸 𝒴𝒪𝒰.
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G̴̹̩͚̙̭͈͐͌͆́̊ͅŗ̵̡͇̱͉̫͍͚̼̤̄̎̒͐́r̻̩̤̖͉̭̘̦̒̄̃̃̎̔̀͂̈́͘.̢̛͉̳̫̮̥̩̇͗̃̇̚͘͞ͅͅ Y̴̧̧̪͙̫̫̻̺̓̈̾̎̈̈́ͅo̷̢̹̲̮̟̜̟͖̰̦̎̔́̄͌̍̊͆̕û̞͙̦̮̱̱͗̈́͗͑̓̚̕͟͠ k̸̨̙̝̳̥̭̣̫̙̈̾̉̌̕͘̚̕͠͡n̶̩̭͎̦̱̳̩͌̄̀͐̎̑̎̀͜͠ͅó̺͖̹̬̖͇̒̾̎̄̐̐̕͟͡w̡̧̤̜̻̐͛̊̚͢͠ t̵̳͓̺̫͔̮̞̥̹̭͑̏͒̋̓͑ẖ̼̻̯̃͂̑̋̈͗̚ͅã̧̪̗̗͇̰̮̩̆͗̂͗t̜̟̝͈͉̣̝̰͍́̑̈͂̂̚͟ i̦̗͇̹̝̪̾̒͆̑̈́͌̿͠t̴̡̡͇͖͍̜͙̬̝̅́̑͊̏̒̔̇͆̕ͅ w̴̟̹͉̗͙͔̟̾̔̈́͌̐̚͜ï̷̢̙͍͓̼̹̩̭̌̈́̅̽͟͝l̖͈͙͉̤͍͈̥͔̃͊͒͘͟͡l̬̥̦̘͕͈̗͍͚͉̍̃͂̀͗ ą̟͎̞̗̳̠̎̍͆́̀͞l̸̯̗͔͍͔͖͈̯̄͗́̓̂̐̑͠͝ļ̸̞͓̺̦̞͍̘͐̆̅̋͡ c̸̜̠̩̝͌̔͗̀̽̒̈́͢r̴̩̫̜̹͇̜̤̲͙͂͒̾̉͐̇̈́͋̃͝ụ͙̼̫͎̱̽͒̓͊́͐̕͟͝ṃ̵̨̛̥͕͌͂̅̐̉͊̄̔̚͜b̛̛͚̺̩̬̰̹̏̽̌̾̓ͅl̷̨̛͔͓̤̪̮͔̱͉̓̎̋͛̔̆e̛̩͉͕͇̜̦͗̾͑̓̈̅͡ͅ ǻ̷͕͉̯̪̯̮̯̄̈́̒̏͆̓̚r̛͉͎̮̭͉͕̠̙̈́̂̍̒̐͑́͘͝ͅọ͍̮̘̪̖̠̯̖͚̏̈̐̆̈́͠ų̶̡̞͔̫̏̿̀͟͝͡ṅ̢͉̮̳͎͍̃̎̔̄̓͌̚ḑ̡̨̥͔̘͇͖́̔̓̚͘ y̴̨͎̻̥̯̖̼͛̓̇͑̕͜͞ơ̴̧̧̺͉̣͇̲͉̺̿́̈́̕͘͘͘û̡̻͚̱̰̘̳͔̹̒̏̅͛͟͠.̵͓͙͉͇͓̟́̾̔̃̄̚̚͝͝ S̵̻͉̬͖̪̱̺̮̤̐̈͛̐̋͡ḣ̝͙͉͕̬̯̳̇̀̐͐͜͟u̵̧̡̮̜̞͉͙͕̘̿̉̓̂̒̕̕̚͢͡͞n̷̝̼͇̪͇̺͇̰͎͚̏̀͗̋̃̀́̾͌̚ t̶̨̝̲̬͙̖̭͉̂̾̒̀͗ḩ̨͔̯͈̞̰̱̥̀̂̐͑̽̎̎͠͡e̡̥̝͇̬̘̊͑̂͂̏̇̂̄̚͟͡m̹͇̫̞̼̯̣̭͈̓͗̀̍̕͠ b̙̜̝̖͎͔̗̥̦͋̏̾̆̆́͢e̢͙͍̤̫͂͋̅̀͘͘͝͠ͅf̨̜͙̱̹͈̣̰̄̊͋̾̑̕o͉̫͚͈͚̱͉͔̫̎͒̏̃́͐̓r̵̡̧̺̪͚̯̤̈̀͒̂͑̔͘͝͞ĕ̤̹̪̺̰͚͂̓͊̔͟͞ t̷̯̻̠̤̯̰̞̯͉̀̏̊̀̈̎͜͠h̶̫̱̳̟̼̤̞̻͆̈̊͑́̀̔͘͜͢͠͠e̗̖̥͎̼̋͂̒̉̐͌͘ẏ̶̬͚̻̱̳̏͗͊͞͡ c̷̫̳̼̳̰͍̾̆̓̍̅͢a͙̞͓͎͇͑͗̍̈̐̑́͞ṅ̵̺͈͍̫̗͎̪̺͐̍̀͟͝͠.̡̯̖͚̜͇͇̑͆͒̑͢͠
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"They won't!" Ana shouts to herself. "I'll make them all happy! We'll all live and be happy!"
The shadowed voice of her doubt, being suppressed in her head. She shook her head and smiled to herself. She moves to wipe her tears away. Quickly moving to a room with a table and chair to begin working on paperwork and humming to herself.
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