DANCE

Sandra thought about today's events and the mission at hand. Jim had done his part – snapped a picture of Viracio and The Brute for the rats use in the war on the other Velnias families. Now, it was her turn.

Penny’s seemed like a nice place to work – half the men and women wanted more than drinks, and the rest pretended otherwise until they didn’t. She had slinked through the back, waiting for a moment when the bouncer had looked away, and – quiet as night – stepped through the threshold. From there it was a quick change, and a quick mingle with some of the girls and boys in the back. She had explained that she was in Velnias temporarily, on her way to the Atrean Islet to visit a lover and needed some extra funds. Her cousin lived in the area and knew one of Penny’s friends and from there it was easy to set her up with temporary work. It wasn’t far off from her actual story as the “vixen” ego.

With a change of clothes and a few tips for cleavage make up she stepped onto the floor of Penny’s proper just in time to catch the eye of the boy who was walking with Viracio, not the brute, but the younger one.

He was young, but not a child. He dressed well and held dark features that paired well with his piercing brown eyes that held a genuine smile. Gullible perhaps, she certainly hoped so. It’d make her work a lot easier.

Sandra, out of all the egos, had been chosen when they saw the trio walk into Penny’s for a reason. Slinking was second nature to her, the way an old habit became instinct. Not in the way Oaklen hid, he hid in the woods and city street, knife bared and ready, but she hid in plain sight. The lonely woman at the bar, the helpless vixen in need of saving, or in this case a stripper at a club.

Oaklen has been worried about adding Jim into the mix of ego’s, frightened that another ego would weaken the whole, but what did he know? They were one. They could share. A new tool in the arsenal didn’t dilute the craft. It refined it.

As she served a drink, she dipped lower, arching her back just as the boy looked. Rising slowly, she glanced back, meeting his eyes. He wanted something. She wanted something. Perhaps they could help each other.

Finally he found a natural moment to catch up with her. He passed her, barely, before planting his feet and turning to look at the platter of wine she carried.

“And how much would one of these set me back?” he asked, more a statement than a question.

“One Ord a glass sir” she smiled, leaning slightly forward, closing the gap between them.

He made a show of counting the glasses, tracing his fingers over each of them as he softly spoke, “1, 2, 3, 4, 7” he finally landed on all the glasses left, reached into his pocket and pulled out a bundle of cash. “7 Ord for the drinks” he thumbed through a few more bills, “and another 10 for your company”

A big spender then. Just hit a pay day. She smiled, not needing to fake it as she slid her free arm into his outstretched arm, “and may I ask the name of the man so generous with his company?”

“Callum, and you?” his voice was casual as he glanced at her, clearly appreciating what he saw, but he didn’t let his eyes linger as he guided them to some nearby seats.

“Sandra”, she took a seat beside Callum, close enough that there was barely a hairspace between their legs. It was best to leave room to up the tension.

He gestured for her to place the tray of alcohol on the table, and then slid it further away from the two of them, “I don’t drink, at least not wine.”

Sandra raised a brow, curious. “I’m flattered” she began, meeting his eyes “that you would spend so much to allow me some respite sir”

He waved his hand, “I’m aware of the difficulties on the job, but I’d be lying if I said it was out of kindness alone”

“Oh” she let out a giggle, covering her mouth with a single hand as she did.

“What can I say, you are very” he emphasized the last word “pleasant to look at”.

“And looking from afar wasn’t enough” she took the opportunity to scoot closer, allowing their legs and shoulders to brush against each other, “you had to get a closer look”

He grinned, showing a neat row of teeth as he shook his head “For you? Absolutely, but I had also hoped that you would make for good conversation”

She leaned closer into him, “Not many find conversation the goal with little old me” she teased, blinking up at him.

He laughed, it was smooth and came out naturally. “Please, I’ve never met an entertainer who wasn’t talented in storytelling, much less casual conversation.”

Oh. Oh. She liked this one. Respectful, and a flatterer. There was nothing wrong with that, not to mention he wasn’t looking at her ravenously. Wanting, yes, but that was part of the work, but there was a difference between a natural wanting, and the look of a slobbering dog holding back the desire to pounce.

“It’s rare” she mused, reaching for one of the wine glasses, swirling it before continuing “to find a man who looks but doesn’t drool”

“Some of us still believe in restraint, “Callum replied lightly, reaching for a glass in turn. Neither of them drank.

“Restraint or control?” she tilted her head, boring into his soul, attempting to find a small piece of him, “one comes from within. The other” she let the words hang, giving Callum an opportunity to interject. Only when he was sure she wasn’t going to continue did he respond.

“Is something to be fought for, to keep the world from swallowing us whole” he finished.

She wasn’t sure what she was looking for in that. She knew why she asked, had to talk to the customers, learn more about them and build report, but beyond that … it just wasn’t the response she expected. It was surprisingly intense for someone so young. A bit pompous, but then again, he looked Coutaman. Likely dealt with the after effects of The War of Blood Veins.

“A fresh insight surely.” She brought the glass to her lips, but didn’t drink, it was unlikely the girls could drink while on duty. She had worked at other places who used a similar trick to her. You could sit, talk, and pretend to sip on wine, but you were never supposed to actually drink.

Callum, for his part, rolled his eyes and set his drink down, clearly aware of the trick. “I used to date an entertainer, she moved away so it didn’t work out, but I had a question I never got to ask and I was hoping you might grant me some insight” he started, waiting for Sandra to nod an affirmative before continuing “You know how to make people comfortable, I’d say I’m very comfortable right now. You know what people want to hear. But what do you listen for or hear?”

“Well. In what way”

“When I talk, do you listen to my words, or do you hear the answers to questions you haven’t asked yet?”

“Both” she said, lazily tracing a finger around the rim of her glass “I hear what you say, but I also hear what you might still say, and how you may still react. It’s a hard job. Phrasing is important. I have to consider it all else you might grow bored with me” she slid closer, now pressing herself against Callum. He was surprisingly cold to the touch.

“Are you bored with me. Callum?”

He couldn’t help a stupid smile plastering his face as he shook his head.

“Never”.

“Tell me Callum. You seem like a man who keeps his hands clean. Well dressed. Well educated. Was that man from earlier giving you trouble, the tall one?”

Callum frowned, puzzled for a moment before realization struck “My brother? No” he let out a small laugh, “in truth he was telling me to stop staring at you, but I just couldn’t help it”

Sandra allowed the slight blush to hit her cheeks, it helped sell it.

“Ah I see. Brothers. I suppose I see the resemblance now. You dress much nicer than he does”

Callum nodded, but it was slight, “He has no mind for it, he cares about different things. He’s a good brother. He takes care of people” there was a hint of a warning in his words and Sandra moved to change the tone.

“You must love each other very much then. Was the other man also related?”

Callum’s frown deepened and she could feel him retract from the conversation, “No. I’ve only just met the man, we met briefly outside and walked in together”

Ah, well this was a dead end. It was a straight lie, and he said it with such ease. He was wary now. Either of her or the information itself. She had been too impatient.

Before she could continue the conversation a man in a well dressed suit approached Callum. “Sir. Your presence has been requested downstairs. I’ve been told to deliver a message from one Bellamy Hallow. He held out a folded piece of paper.

Callum took it with one hand and looked over its contents which read ‘It’s time. Place the bet’.

Callum stood, offering Sandra a hand. “If you’d like to accompany me downstairs, I have something to attend. It shouldn’t only take a moment, but I find our conversation so riveting I’d hate to lose you in the crowd again.”

Sandra took the hand with a smile and together they made their way down to the pit.

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The pit was gross. Sweaty people. Loud. Obnoxious. It was full of the rapid dogs she tried her best to avoid. Callum lead them over to the betting table before taking out an envelope and emptying its contents. “240 Ord on Bellamy Hallow” the odds were not in his favor, 8:1, and the woman manning the betting table raised her brow but accepted the bet anyways. She wrote Callums bet on a slip of paper outlining the amount bet, and the odds at the time of the bet. She then took an envelope and put the piece of paper in, before sealing it with wax and an imprint of a coin. She jotted the bet down in a binder for her own records as well.

“That’s” Sandra began, biting the inside of her cheek as she debated continuing the sentence, but curiosity ran out, “a lot of money to bet on your brother”.

Callum nodded, almost solemn, “I normally wouldn’t. I’d actually split the odds. He pointed at the current odds, held over the table. “Most of the time the bookies make mistakes at some point. They change the odds based on what people are betting. Sometimes they mess up the math, or they leave an opening for a friend and call it a mistake, but there’s usually a spot where I can bet on both fighters and, no matter the outcome, win some amount of money”

It was all her effort not to side eye Callum, “Isn’t that risky? What if you get caught? And … why not this time?” A part of her wondered if it’s because of her presence as one of the club's girls, although she was just pretending.

He snorted a laugh “They won’t care. They take a cut of the pot, and make money either way. As for why not this time” he stared out onto the ring, a strange, unreadable expression on his face. It looked like dread. “Because my brother does not lose. Now let’s get out of here before the fight starts”

Sandra looked around, seeing Viracio in a private box with the club’s owner. Crap. She needed to stall Callum, to get him to stay down here. Viracio was her target at the end of the day, but it would raise suspicion if she just stayed for no reason. She didn’t want to lose herself as a tool in this operation because of some stupid mistake”

“I mean. I’d be interested in watching. It’d be a shame to not know if you won or lost until word got to you”

Callum hesitated, looking towards the ring before shaking his head. “I.” it was a hesitant word, “I don’t like watching him fight. Not when I can’t do anything about it. He gets … weird about it”

“Weird?” Sandra probed.

“Yeah, weird” giving nothing else, he lingered still, but only for a moment. “You’re more than welcome to watch yourself, but I could use a drink if you want to accompany me”

Sandra sighed internally. She didn’t know his relationship to Viracio, but if he mentioned a suspiciously interested stripper and described her, it’d be a wash for her ego until the operation was done, and she liked the fresh air. There was always another opportunity, best to cut her losses.

Instead she grabbed his arm and began walking with him, “finally got you to loosen up?”

He didn’t get a chance to respond, as they moved towards the exit one of the bouncers held up his hand, “No leaving once you place a bet. Security reasons. I’m sure you understand”

Callum pursed his lips, scowled, but nodded. He hated it, but it looked like he was going to watch his brother fight.

REPUTATION

The preparation room was quiet. Not that there wasn’t noise – he could feel the vibrations in the air, the hum of voices bleeding through the walls, the groan of old pipes settling under pressure, the metallic clatter of fighters preparing for their own matches. In the corner, a younger man glared at him. But to Bellamy, it made no difference. He felt none of the room’s heat, smelled none of the sweat and blood thick in the air. Those sensations belonged to other people.

He sat on the narrow bench, leaned forward, and rolled his shoulders, neck and wrists. He sent essence through the scaffolding of his body as he moved, letting that unnatural force settle over and into him, kneading the fatigue and stress out of his muscles.

He studied his hands. Calloused. Weathered. Marked by old skirmishes and burns from the steel factory. Scars he could have erased. Smoothed over with essence until they were as smooth as scholars. But they mattered. The marks meant something.

Reaching into his bag, he pulled out the coarse hand wraps, the rough fabric comfortable in his hands.

He began at the wrist, anchoring the wrap snugly to follow the natural curve of his skin. His fingers moved with precision, guiding the wrap upward, passing once around his palm before threading between his fingers – splitting the knuckles, keeping them protected without sacrificing mobility. Every turn was deliberate, every motion carried weight. A quiet affirmation that even the smallest actions had meaning. His eyes tracked each movement, refusing to let muscle memory take over. At every cross-point, he paused, lightly flexing his palm to check the tension, ensuring the pattern remained unbroken. The wrap spiraled back down, binding the wrist once more, locking everything into place.

When the last length was secured he clenched his fists, testing for slack. No discomfort to gauge. Only the tension of the fabric. Only the certainty that it was correct.

The first thing he noticed was the change in air pressure, then the murmuring pause in the background chatter, and finally a young woman’s voice.

“Bellamy” she called out.

He ignored it for a second longer, turning over his hand as a last inspection before striding outwards.

The walk to the ring was short, but the sound grew louder with each foot fall. The crowd wasn’t just loud – it was a living thing, a beast of shifting bodies and frenzied voices, surging with the high and lows of the bets they placed. They were part of the structure of Penny’s, he was simply their instrument through which they enacted their desires. Their presence in the ecosystem sought to elevate the only thing that mattered – the fight itself.

His opponent was already waiting, a thick chested man, arms lined with muscle. He rolled his shoulders, shifting from foot to foot. Pavel Cross, the undefeated reigning champion. From just a glance it became clear he was a brawler, the kind who learned to survive fights, not just win them. Bellamy studied him, not for openings. Just watching, taking it in.

“Aannnnnd tonight!” the announcer roared, a tinny sound coating his voice through the microphone.He whipped the already frenzied crowd further into delirium, “we have a special match! A blood match between the reigning champion, undefeated, unstoppable, Pavel Cross! And what many of you thought was a newcomer, a fresh pup thrown to the wolves!”

He paused for dramatic effect. Bellamy appreciated the flare.

“But” the announcer continued, the word dripping with anticipation, “it turns out you were wrong. Dead wrong.”

Another pause. A breathless, silent moment.

“Because standing in that ring right now, facing our champion is no rookie. No minnow in shark infested waters. Ladies and gentlemen we bring you a legend raised from the dead. A ghost made flesh once more. I give you … the undefeated former champion Bellamy Halloowwwww!”

The eruption of noise burst eardrums. Cheers, curses, the sound of bets shifting, of drinks being slammed, and shouts of fowl play. Bellamy closed his eyes and let the waves crash into him. Each one a pulse in his still heart. He breathed it in, relished it. As much as he hated to admit it he missed this.

“Velnias!” The announcer spread his arms, closing his eyes and staring at the ceiling, calling out to the bloodthirsty spectators and quite possibly a bloodthirsty god. “ARE. YOU. READY?!!!”

The air hit a fever pitch.

Bellamy opened his eyes.

“BEGIN!”

The fighters circled, bare feet scraping against uneven dirt floor. The first exchange started with a jab form Pavel – quick, probing. Bellamy let it slide off his guard. Another flicker of movement, and a viper-quick calf kick cracked against Bellay’s lead leg, threatening to knock him off balance. Before he could fully reset, Pavel shot low, arms reaching out towards Bellamy’s legs to drag them both into the dirt.

Fast. Ruthless. The impact of the charge sent dust billowing behind the champion.

But Bellamy was faster.

He snapped his knee up into Pavel’s face. THe champion barely faltered, driven forward by sheer momentum or will – it was hard to tell. Bellamy didn’t have time to think. He stepped back, twisting his torso mid-motion, and drove a brutal side kick into Pavel’s chest. He aimed for the head. He hit the ribs instead.

It was enough.

Pavel grunted, blood trickling from his nose, but even as his charge stopped his arms kept moving. His hands clamped onto Bellamy’s foot before he could retract it. A flash of tension ran through Pavel’s body as he stood and yanked, trying to trap the leg under his armpit and wrench Bellamy off balance.

It would’ve worked, except for a heavy fist impacting Pavel’s throat. A sharp coughing choke. A stagger. Pavel’s grip slackened just enough for Bellamy to tear his leg free and plant it firmly on the ground.

They separated, eyes locked. Pavel’s breath came hard and heavy. In turn Bellamy didn’t breathe at all. Too focused on the fight to pretend to need to.

Each fighter adjusted their stance. Pavel opted for a high guard with a wide base, favoring his left foot. A flexible adaptable position. Bellamy’s stance, in turn, was anything but orthodox – built for aggression and little else. His hands hung low, extended forward at chest level, an opening most fighters would never allow. His left foot led, angled slightly inward to mirror the champion’s stance, while his rear foot was rooted sideways, coiled like a spring, ready to drive him forward the moment an opening appeared, but this time he didn’t wait.

He moved forward, lacking grace. His feet drummed in rhythm – back foot, front foot, back foot. His leg shot out, an inside kick to Pavel’s lead leg, which was raised in defense. Pavel, leg already raised, kicked forward, hitting Bellamy in the chest. Bellamy took the hit, swinging his right arm to impact the champion's inner thigh. He continued to step in, lead foot stomping on Pavel’s back leg as he hooked an arm into his ribs. The impact was met with an elbow to the chin, which Bellamy slid through to headbut Pavel’s nose.

The champion’s eyes were wide, not understanding the predatory stance Bellamy carried. The relentless forward motion despite impacts and pain that would send other men to the ground. Trying to regain some semblance of control he threw a hook that cracked into Bellamy’s ribs. A move that turned out to be a fatal mistake.

As the impact took him in the side Bellamy raised both hands up, crossing them to either side of the champion's neck as he scooped up dense fabric. It formed an X across the champion's throat before Bellamy squeezed inwards, initiating a choke, slowly stopping oxygen from flowing into Pavel’s brain.

Panic took over as Pavel rained blow after blow into Bellamy’s unflinching side. The pressure only increased with time as Bellamy squeezed tighter and tighter. Pavel looked up and met Bellamy's eyes. A chill ran through him. The man was smiling, eyes foggy as he grinned so wide it almost broke his face. Pavel was going to die. He was going to kill him. In a panic he threw punch after punch, as heavy as he could manage.

Bellamy didn’t care for the damage to his ribs. It didn’t matter if the ribs cracked or broke, one, two, three. It didn’t matter. He could heal it afterwards, all that mattered to him was winning the fight.

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With complete control of Pavel’s head, Bellamy stepped back and yanked the fighter down, blood and oxygen completely cut off. He had won! Now he just need to wai-

A sudden impact against Bellamy’s chin. Heavy. His vision blurred, white speck flashing across his eyes. But there had been no fist. Just a stomp on his foot.

What?

He tried to hold the choke, but another stomp sent another phantom uppercut into his skull. Bellamy stumbled, barely keeping his balance. Pavel pressed forward, landing hit after hit in a flurry of ill placed flailing attacks – strikes that should have hit his ribs or chest instead hammered into his head, or the back of his knee or his shin.

The crowd roar turned sharp, few understood what was happening as the tide shifted.

The champion moved –stepped forward and twisted his hips to throw a punch as hard as he could. Bellamy threw himself aside, tumbling into a roll that bought him a breath of space. He stood in time to see a fist flying at his face. He sidestepped, almost tripping over his feet, barely managing to glance the blow off his forearm.

But even that slight impact struck his head.

Bellamy began to weave, dodging, his guard that should’ve absorbed some hits was useless as each blow landed elsewhere. The champion's fist never touched his head, yet somehow they did.

He risked a glance at the box where Penny and Viracio sat. Viracio scowled, disgust written across his face. Penny’s jaw was clenched tight. She hadn’t called out, but her silence felt heavy as her eyes bored into both her champion and Bellamy.

A kick to his leg. The pressure of impact exploded from his ribs instead.

Bellamy staggered, a sharp hiss breaking through his teeth. That wasn’t right. None of this was right. The punches weren’t landing where they should, and the rare impacts he landed didn’t hit where he wanted either. It was disorienting.

Bellamy swung out, a fast kick to create distance as his mind raced. The strikes weren’t heavier, just displaced. The impacts had jumped elsewhere.

An essence power.

Pavel wasn’t just a fighter. He was a Harbinger – like him.

By all rights, Bellamy was in the right to use his own power. To end the fight in a split second. He reached for his essence, feeling the scaffolding.

And stopped.

It felt wrong. It felt like cheating. Pavel’s ability only displaced impacts. Minor. A subtle shift. The abilities weren’t comparable. It would be fair, but it wouldn’t be right.

Fine. The hard way it was.

Bellamy clenched his teeth, studying the champion as he thought through the exchanges. He didn’t know the trigger. He knew the ability, but not its internal workings, and when fighting a Harbinger, that was what mattered.

The next punch came. Bellamy made a choice – stepped into it deliberately, absorbing the blow as it struck against his cheek bone. He braced.

The impact landed exactly where it should. Still made his vision swim and was entirely unpleasant, but it was where it was supposed to.

The ability wasn’t automatic. It had to be consciously activated. But stepping in, he had broken it.

Another strike. A heavy hook to the ribs. He raised his guard, moving at the last second to glance the blow.

He confirmed his earlier suspicions as the impact hit him in the ribs, but with much less power than a straight blow.

Pavel’s ability formed in his mind. The ability to consciously shift impacts from one location to another.

Useful. But ultimately only that. It wasn’t something that broke the world, much less another person.

In short. Beatable.

Bellamy opened himself to attack, shifting his guard at the last second so the first would connect to his sternum instead of being parried. He studied Pavel’s face. His eyes widened slightly as he furrowed his brow and focused more.

Good. He could work with this.

He barely registered the impact as he kicked his thoughts into high gear.

He missed this. The puzzle. The fight. The scrap. The blow for blow and the clawing to take the pot. God he loved it.

He stepped back and checked Pavel’s stance and guard. It was off. Not as sharp as before. He was focusing on his ability instead of the fundamentals. Good.

Bellamy regained his earlier aggressive stance, and flowed forward. He didn’t dodge. Not exactly. When a blow came he stepped into it. Once, twice. And then he stepped away, letting the attack hit him a few seconds later than the champion intended. He alternated, switching the pattern. Forward, back, back, back, back, forward, dodge, attack, forward, forward, dodge, forward, dodge, dodge, back attack, attack, attack.

He walked forward, a predator approaching a wounded animal caught in a trap. He grinned, breathing it all in. He saw Pavel’s arm twitch and saw the attack coming. This time he caught it, locking the arm underneath his arm pit, straining the elbow before bringing it down onto his knee with a sickening snap.

The man let out a cry of pain that was almost instantly cut out as Bellamy loaded an uppercut and let it loose against Pavel’s chin.

The champion made no noise. Just crumpled backwards.

There was silence as Pavel hit the ground.

Then the crowd roared. Screaming their lungs out with breath they hadn’t been aware they were holding.

Bellamy raised up his arms, and screamed in turn.

He won. He would always win. Again and again and again until there was no one left to win against.

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PRICE

Pavel was knocked out, defeated. Unconscious.

The essence beat within him.

̴ ̸ ̵ ̶ ̷ ̵ ̸ ̶ ̸͍̳̈́͆ ̷̰̒̃ ̷̩̩́ ̵͔̍ ̵͍̍ ̸̯̳̉͒ ̸͕͙̄ ̵̻͐͗ ̶ ̸ ̶ ̷ ̵ ̴̙͓̮̺̳͂͒͌̍̒͘ ̴̱͎͍̈́̌͐͗́͌̄̈ ̷̨̦̺̪̪͈̠̰̒̒̊̀̽͐̈́̽̈̄͆̇̆͝͠ͅ ̸̢̡̮͙̮̝̜̙̠͌ͅ ̴̜̤̖̮̙͕̰͚̻͊ ̴̢̨̰͉̩͓̹̗̪̼̼̠̘̹͉͊͐͝͝ ̸̛̻̦͉͙̣̞̟͊̍ ̸̱̹͈̹̹͕̥̌̌̃ ̴̼̰̞̘̞̄̑̄̀̍̉͗̌̈́͝ ̵̺̜͎͓͉̝͂͒̄̑̈̓̔̃́͝ͅ ̵̺͍̳̯̟̉̂̎͊̀͐̚͜ ̵̺͔̺͕̽ ̴̪̮̰̣̪͕͊̔̆͠͝͝ ̷̠̓̒̊͝ ̶̲̩̪̱̫̤̑͗͝ ̴̼̩̐̃̏͝͝\ ̴ ̸ ̵ ̶ ̷ ̵ ̸ ̶

Once

̵ ̶ ̷ ̵ ̸ ̶ ̸͍̳̈́͆ ̷̰̒̃ ̷̩̩́ ̵͔̍ ̵͍̍ ̸̯̳̉͒ ̸͕͙̄ ̵̴̶̗̭̳̝̲̋͊̓̃̍̃̚ ̶̸̶̛͈̥͍͓͈̰̑̆̄́ ̵̵̷̩̗̞͎́̽͂̌̚͜͝ ̷̶̷̡̭̭̮͎͚̖́͛̓́̚͘ ̵̷̶̱͔̟̭͐͘ ̷̵̵̛̬̻̬̱͉͖͐̽́́͒ ̶̸̷̨̢̪̹̪̀́̀͝ ̴̶̵̟͕̲̬̯̼̘̌̊̆̈́̄͐ ̵̸̶̸̷̶̴̡̭̞̤̞̰̹̩̟͍̳̥͖̳͉̼̙͖̒͑̐͋̐̈́̓̔͆̒̂̈͌̄ ̷̷̴̵̶̵̤̲̺̦̦͉̝͓̰̻̹̌̑̒̅́̃͆̆̋͝͝͠ ̸̷̷̴̴̶̡̺̮̗̼̥̩͈͎̩͔̦̭̽̂́̌̑̈̆͛͜ ̶̵̵̵̶̜̞͍͇̹͔̩͉̮̹̅͋͋̑͒̍́̈̽͝ ̷̵̸̵̶̧̭͙͍͖̯̣͍̦͙̊̿̍͒̈́̚̚͜͝͠ ̸̸̴̷̷̸̵͉̱̼͉͙̠̞̠̱̭̬̯̭̳͇͈̀̾͑̑̍̾̂̉̃̒͌͗͒̃͐̄̍̐̊̎̅́͝͠ ̵̸̶̷̸̶̧̞̹̦̜͓̖͙̗̬͕̪̝͙̬̻͚̰̂̇̄͆̾̋̿͗ͅ ̵̵̷̵̸̴̢̡̩̣͖̥̜͖͓̯̻̖̞̻̲̞̻̃̅́̓̆̑̌͂͐̈́͗͑̌͒́͂͊̚ ̵̶̷̨̧̩̮̯͚̗̊́͘ ̷̸̶̢̮͓̅͊̃̉́͘ ̵̶̶̼̪́̐̄̎ ̴̷̸̛̛̬̙̭̪̳̩̟̄̅̿̃̋̈́ͅ ̶̵̷̡̞̠̺̅̈́ͅ ̴̴̷̶̷̶̴̵̴̴̴̵̶̶̡̢̛̹͖̫̼͖̠̦̪̯̝̮̣̮͖̳̥̰̻̠̬͉͇̦̙͙͓̮͈̦̺͈̳͖̝̯̘̇̎͗̌͌͂̄͛̓͒́͆̎͌̊̈́́̑̍͌̈̐̒͒͗̇͗̆̏̄̆͒̓͘͘͘̕͜͜͜͠͝ ̴̴̶̷̷̸̸̷̶̷̷̵̷̴̨̡̢̛̹̣̭̥͍͕̭̬͉̩̪̲̣͍̲̩̳̦̱͈̰̼͇̺̱̭̲͎̮̭͍̜̗̜̎̔̆̉̈́̌̒͐̅͗͒͆̿́͌͌̑͌̄̔̈̒͛͑̎̿͂͛̒̅͐͘͘͘̚͝͝͝͝ ̴̷̴̷̵̷̷̴̷̶̸̷̷̷̷̴̶̸̴̴̶̷̵̵̵̷̶̢̨̧̨̢̧̨̛̛̼̱̲̞̫̖̠̺̦͉̻͍͉̰̮͔͖̠̞̫̺̟̱̠͙̮̬̺͓͈̰͔̠̦̼̙̺͓̲͙̝̰̪̰̫͕̪̬̻̪͖͈̠̫̫̱̗̰̥̓̀̂̆̒́͌̉͊̒̈̀̓̈̊̑͑̀̾͑̽͛͐́̽̈̑̈́̃̽͂͐̈́̈̐̄̃̾͆̋̇̊̋̆̉͆́̔̓̈̌͌͊̆́͒̀̑̅̓̐̓̿̋̆͘͘̚͠͝͝͠͝͠ͅͅͅͅ ̷̸̵̵̸̷̸̸̷̸̸̶̴̷̨̡̡̡̢̢̨̢̧̡̡͚̰̜̮̞̠͙̝̗̮̜̝̼͈̘̜̱͙̙̮̠͉͎̪̇͌̓̎̏̓̌̏̿̃̀̔̄̇͒̽́̅͌͌̍̈́̀̆͌̅̓͘̚̚̕͜͝ͅͅͅ ̶̴̶̸̶̷̸̷̴̸̸̶̴̡̢͔̞̮͓̠̜̼̫̤̜̯̖̻̠̳̩̮͕̹̺̤̙̺̗͕͎̻̰̳͓̝͚̹̻̳̳̪̿̂̈́̀̇̈́͊̓̀̑̏͒́͐̓̀̀̊̅͋̎̉̄́̍̈́́̓̂̒̆̐̎̃̕̚͝͝ͅ ̷̴̸̴̷̸̵̸̶̸̴̷̶̴̵̷̴̴̶̸̵̵̨̧̡̨̢̢̢̨̝̬̫̯̙̞̝̞̗͙̼̦̖̗̪̰̖̖̗͙̖͉͇̹̩̰͔͓͇͖̙͔̹̳̲̝̰̗̫͖͈̰̪͙̬̪̼͇̼̤̹̝̠̯̘͓̰̹͇͉̘̬͓̤̲̀̂̂̀͗̓͊̌͋̐̌̐͛̒̎͆̎͐̄̔͛͊͌̋̈́͑̄̄͒̾̇̌͐̀̎̂̇̔͛̀̇͋͆͋̍̔̈́͛̃͆̎͗̈́̅͐̕͘̚͘̕̚͜͠͝͝͝ͅͅͅ ̸̸̵̷̴̵̵̵̸̶̴̴̵̡̧̛͙̹̗̤̙̘͈̲͚̻̟͔̦͉̮̹͖͙͕̪̣̠̞̟͍̟͇̥͊͆̍͋̋́̿̄̽̓͊̍̊́͊̍́͌̉̔̔̄͐̂̈́̃̌̈̈́̾̌̃̚͘͜͝͠͝͠͝ͅͅ ̷̸̷̷̴̶̶̸̴̸̴̷̶̢̡̡̩͍͕̘̙̳͎͇̣͕͈̺̳̱̘͕̹̫̠͈͇̹̠̹͍̻͕̫̼̥̗́̅̃͑͊̌̉̌͑́̃̀͂̋͊̏̄̐͐̈̀̾͌̉̉̇͗͘͘̕͝͝͝͠͝͠ͅ ̸̴̴̵̵̶̴̸̴̴̴̴̵̵̷̶̶̸̢̧̮̣͖̱̬͉̤͓̮̟͍͚̱̩̖̰̲̜͈͎̟͈͈̭̠̗̼̥̮̠̰͉̰̞̰̘̯̮͈̞͎̞̺́̂̿͛̔̍̿̄̿͆̒͂̑̽̐̋͐̄̋̀̑͂̍̌͊͛̉̆͗͂̌̏̈́̓̇͂̀̔͛́̆͋̿̈̒͐̚̕̕͜͜͝ͅ ̴̵̷̸̷̷̶̷̸̶̸̸̴̸̶̸̵̶̷̵̨̧̢̡̛̳͉͕̤̣͍̤̘͖͇̜̖͙͓̞̞͉͍̮͚̬͓̻̬̬̺͉͈̟͓̭̪̜͎͎̦̖̰͕͓̻̤͉̜̘̝̺̫̇̏̓̏̓͂̐́̾͒̾̂͗̄̓̂̑̿̈̀̋̓̑͗͌̔͒̃͂͂́͛̓͋̃̇̄̃͐̀̄̒̉̍̒̒̉̾̂͘͘͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅ ̷̵̶̵̵̴̸̴̷̷̸̶̶̶̸̷̨̡̧̨̧̢̛̦̠̗͕̦̭͉͉͇̺̠͚͚̻̺̬͇͙̮̣͍̖͖̻̳̹̲̯̬̦̻̟̟͖̺͖̃̅̏͂͊͑̉̏̂̔̂͊̎͂̽̓͊̀̎͐̏̾̅̎̉̈́͑̌͌̿̆͋̂̚̚͜͝͝͝ ̵̵̸̵̵̶̴̶̛̼̯̫̹͚͈̹͓̪̝̝̺̗͔̺̥̺͖͕̯̈́͋̌̀̀̽͆͑̂́̾̂̐̀́͘͝͝ ̸̴̶̴̸̴̶̶̵̶̴̵̸̴̴̨̢̨̧̧͔̘̹̥̹͚̣̣̮̭̦̝͔̤̠͙̳̳̬̜͉̻̪̭̰̩̝̮̲̱͙̰̣͓̟̫̪̟͕̻̾͌̍̐̓̐̇͊̒̈́̃̔̈́͌̒̄͒̑̆͗̽̒͗̊̏̒͑͑̃̾́͂̕͜͝͠͝͝͝ͅͅ ̴̷̵̸̵̵̷̵̧̛̛̛͍̦͙̹͍͕̰͙̹̥͍̤̲̣̠͓̰̜͙̈̋͊̑͐̓̿͑̔̽̒̌̔̊͐̊͒̂̕͠͝ͅ ̸̶̴̸̸̴̵̷̷̸̸̸̡̧̫̫̤̯̳̠̯͉̱̲͕̺̲̝̮̩̗̻̪̣̱̯͎̫̯̻̤̼̦̻̋̽̅̅͊̎̑̇̄́́͊̅͆͗̓͒̂̒͌͛́͛̽̍͊̀̋̑̇͝͝͝ͅ ̴̴̸̶̶̶̵̵̷̵̡̢̡̛̘̠̫̬͖̼͇̗̳̭̼̼̫̫͈̩̭̼̝̀́͑̉̏͛̐͋̋̐̀̊̃̄͒̏̾̆̏͂̉̈́̑̌̏̾̚͘͜͝͝ͅ\̴̩̦͖̾̚ ̴̴̴̥͉̣̩͉͑̌̽̃̍ ̵̸̸̨̗̥͍͗̎͜ ̵̵̶̦͚͍̾͋͜ ̶̶̶̱̻̯̐͒́͗ ̶̷̷̭͑͂̏͘͜ ̵̵̵̭̳̯̍̽̃̈́̔ ̴̸̶̙̳̬͈̹̰̔̔̾͑̆̄ ̶̶̶̪͙̜̙̖̲͍̍͋͑̐͘ ̵͔̍ ̵͍̍ ̸̯̳̉͒ ̸͕͙̄ ̸ ̵ ̶ ̷ ̵ ̸ ̶ -

Twice

̵ ̶ ̷ ̵ ̸ ̶ ̸͍̳̈́͆ ̷̰̒̃ ̷̩̩́ ̵͔̍ ̵͍̍ ̸̯̳̉͒ ̸͕͙̄ ̸̶̴̷̶̸̸̵̸̴̶̶̵̷̴̸̸̵̛̛̛͓̯̫̫̞̹̠̦̘͈̝̥̯͕͔͖̠̱͍̣͓̝̖͈͕̠̰̖͈͈̑̈̉̅̑̽̆͌̎̄̀̾̆̽͋͌̂̇́͋̏̉͋́͌̃͊̿̓̕͜͜͝ͅ ̶̵̴̸̵̵̸̴̸̴̶̵̶̷̷̸̴̴̨̨̨̨̧̨̛̛̝̺̥̫̺̣̠̥̖̠͎̟̮̫̩͇̱̻̗͚̞̭͔͚̣̞̝͎͖̂́̄̽͊̽́̅̊̐̍̋̓̀͛̊͂̾̈́̓͐͗͂̈̌́́̏̓̚͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅ ̵̷̴̷̶̸̸̸̵̷̶̵̷̸̷̵̴̵̷̴̧̨̢̨̢̡̡̡̛̠͈̤̤̙̯̱̖̱͚̼̭̦̭̜̮̩͎̥̝̖̯͇̦͚̱̙͚̤̼̤͉̫̳͚̟̖̱̼̈́̔́͒̓̉̍͒͑̈́́̑͌̾̈́͊̉̋͛̀̓́́̄͛̌̊͐̔͆͘̚͘͘̚̕͠͠͠͝͝ ̷̵̵̸̴̶̸̷̸̶̷̴̴̡̭̣̥͖̱̳͔͕͍͎̟͇̖̬̜̰̼͍̭̗͚̋͐́́̈́̂͐̾̇͑͒͒͆̎̀̑́̐͐̌̓̍̄̉̕͘̚ ̷̷̸̵̵̶̴̵̴̶̵̷̵̷̸̴̵̴̵̨̨̨̛̛͔̹̜̙̥̗̗͈̖̬̼̜̼̻͎̬̬̱̤̹͎̱̯̦̹̺̠͉̜͖̪̠̪̊͋͊͐́͌͂̽͒̉͐̾͒̊́̈́͛̅͋̈͌́̆̏́̂͒͋̽̎̋̈́͘͜͝͝ ̶̶̵̸̵̸̶̸̸̷̵̸̴̵̵̷̨̢̢̨̨̛͎̪̞̯̲̻̣̘̖͚̪̮̭̲̤͔͚͖̘̖̻̬̹͍̪̖̜͐̇̏́̀̔́̄͂͐̃͑͊͆̅͑̀͆̈͐̊͑͘͝͝ ̵̴̷̸̶̵̸̵̸̷̶̴̵̴̸̵̶̵̶̷̛̖͈͍̜̘̠̥̘̟̥͓͎͕͖̻̣̲̝̬̬̱̤̳̰̻̹̮̥̻͓̹͔̯̩̼̩̪̩̘̫̘̏̌̌͂̊͆̆͐̿͒̈́̍̒̈́̒͑̔̅̂̐́̿͛̈́͐̈́̄̓͐̍͐̓̓̚͘͝͝͝͝ ̵̵̶̵̸̵̶̸̸̷̶̴̵̸̵̵̸̴̷̷̴̵̴̶̷̷̶̶̵̶̷̶̶̴̸̸̴̴̸̷̴̸̵̸̸̵̷̡̧̧̨̨̡̢̜̻͈̙̠̖̮̟̪͈̭͎̞̝̳̠͈̭̤̺̞̪̫̤̘͎̤̖̜̞͚̹͇̰̞̖̝̦͉̠̖͙̥̹͇̱̩͈̖̫̟̗̩̬͍̦͓̩̘̻̳̥̘̮͖̳̗͕̥̩̦̠͉̭͇̭̼̪̙̝̯̝͖̱̾̃̿̒̑͑̇̐͗͗̅̏̓̈͋̐̽̓̈́̈́͒̎̓̋̔̏̈̆͂̀͛̏̒͊̏͆͗͐̒̊̏̂̾̊́̎̈́̈́̈́̑̃̈́̐̃̈͆̈͌́̔͗̉̍̈̀͗̄̒͐̔̉͌̋̀̑̎̚͘̚̚̕͜͜͜͝͝ ̷̷̸̷̵̸̷̸̴̴̷̴̴̵̵̵̷̷̵̵̶̴̷̴̸̶̶̴̵̶̸̸̷̷̶̷̡̢̧̨̧͎̙̙̝̤͔̲͎̙̪̻̻̗̥̜̠̺̣̘͎̤̙̘̟̠̞̙̖̤͍͍̦̺̫̠̼̟̝̘̻̦̲̲͉̮̝͓͓͍̤̰͎͍̙̮͙͓̖͚͈̜͇̺̥̻͖̹̫̰̙͛́̏̓̌͒̈́̃̅͆̎̄̓͑́̓̑̋̈́͌̒̋̒̑̽̈́̅̅́̾̓͗̊̄̌̃͐̋̂̆̑̈́͑̀͛̆̐̌̑́͂̀͆̋̆̔̂̒̋̅͐̊̓͋͘͘̚͝͝͠͠͝ͅ ̸̸̵̷̸̸̷̷̷̴̵̶̴̶̴̶̸̷̴̶̴̸̵̸̷̴̶̴̴̸̶̶̴̶̵̧̢̨̧̧̡̡̛̛̫͓̱̥̝̬̻̺̖̮̫̗̜͎̠͇̲̻̞̗̥̹̖̬̥̟͕̼̩̰̥̻͉͙̩̖̰͈̖̻͈͎͚̬̩͔̮̳̟̯͕̮͓͖̯͔͚̦̲̯̥̭̜̻͓̆̑̄̄̽́̀̓͋̋̉͐̊͑̂͆̐̆̎́͒͋͊̌͗̂̈́́͒̈́̏̀̽̉̑̒̌̇̐̈̊́̆͐̀͛̀̈́̉͂́̀̂̿͛̚̕̚̕͜͜͠͝͠ͅ ̷̶̶̵̵̸̴̶̶̶̵̴̵̸̶̶̶̶̵̷̸̷̵̶̷̸̸̵̸̸̵̡̡̨̢̨̛̛͕̼͓͕̳͈̤̜̰̞̫͍̫̩̟͍̜̳̳͇̼̺̳̩̩̪͇̹̟̹̼̲͔̭̫̩̯͉̩̰͉̦̮̪̥̹̭͒͌̽̅̄͐͋͗̌͋̅̐̑͆̇̾̑͗͛͂͊̈͂̃͐̆͒́́̎̌̍̃̌́̃͋̂̽͑̀̈́̈́̔́̽̽̓̒̃̑́̍̾͂̔̽̚̕̕͘̕͝͝͝͝ͅͅ ̶̷̸̴̷̵̵̸̴̷̶̸̷̷̵̴̵̷̴̶̷̴̸̶̸̶̶̴̸̵̵̢̧̨̢̡̛̛͕͚͓͉͓͙̱̬̭̬̦͈̖̤̞̭̣̺̱̘̣̭͖͙͚̩͙͙̖̬͈̪̪͍̘̟͖̯͓̩̤̣͔͍̖̼͎͖̩̦̦͙͙͍͍͈͉̮̅̓̋̑̔͒̌̈́̀̀̿̊̽̒̌̿̉́̊̍̇̉̽͐̃͒̑̏̓͂̈̔͂̍̍͑́͆̄͐̈́̐͑͌͊̚̚̚̕̚̕͜͜͜͝͠͝͠͝͝ ̷̸̵̸̷̸̴̵̸̷̴̴̷̵̸̶̵̵̷̴̸̷̵̶̶̷̴̴̴̷̴̴̶̷̵̶̴̵̸̶̸̴̴̶̷̴̴̷̵̴̵̷̵̴̸̢̧̨̨̡̡̢̢̧̢̢̢̛̛̛̬͎̼̙̠͍͕̘͕̯̝͉̘̱̩̥͉͙̟̩̝̳̹͉͍̻͚̰̼͚͈̙̭̩͎̜̮͖̲̙͇̯͉̥̞͙̯̮̠̙͍̞̠̩͓̰͉̙̟̝̠͈̱͎̤̭͚̬̞̻̯̠̠͚͈̺̦̞̮̗̫̰̭̲̼̳̰͔̰̲̭̦̯̞͇͇̼͚͈͈̠̆͑̀̑̾̓̌̆͑̂́͌̂̄̋̏̐̍̑̐͗̍̂͌̾̏́̂̓͐̃͋̉̃̊̈̒͆̉͊͌̓͗̓̑͑̈́͗͒́̈̀̿̃͗̆̎͐̒͊̐̅̇̐̿̇̉̋̽͋̓̈̄̋̍̆͛̐͛̃́̊̓̎̾̂͆̿̀̎͊̋̅͂͆́̃̎́̒̃̕̚͘̕͘͘͠͠͝͝͝͠͠ͅ ̷̵̸̸̷̷̴̸̴̶̸̷̵̷̶̴̷̶̵̶̴̷̸̵̸̸̴̶̷̴̶̴̶̵̶̵̷̷̵̸̧̨̢̡͎͖̘̞̹͔̦̖̮̳̻͙͙̙̜͖̟͓̲͓̺̗̲͓̤͎̖̪͙͈̗̪̬͎͕̪̩͇̖̻̝̬̘̟̪̼̦̼̝̻͙̼͙̱͔͖̹̖̝͙̬͕̻͚̞͕̰̺̄̓̂̅̇̋̂̍̌͋̓̈́̈́̓̇͑̍͌̈́̈́͋̄͌̑͑́͆̏̾̇̊͗̾́͋͐̊̊̾̎̀̋̉̒̏̒̎̊́̀͐̿̑͗̔̓̔͌͌́̊̆̑͘̕̚̕̕̕̚̚͜ͅͅͅ ̸̵̵̶̶̶̶̷̴̷̵̷̷̷̵̴̵̵̷̷̷̵̷̵̵̴̵̴̸̸̴̸̷̷̵̸̸̷̸̸̴̵̴̵̸̴̸̷̧̡̡̢̨̢̢̢̡̧̡̡̢̛̛̠̩͖͇͙͖͓̩̜̣̤͖͕͉̖̯̪̪̘̤͕͙̞͈͈̘̥̜̱̯̬̜͖̖͎̜̮̘̬͖͕̗͚͓͓͖͍̯̦̦̪͇̣͓̬̼̼͓̻͙̰̖̠̳̞͓͕̬̻̤͎̺̩̝̜̰̲̟̬̞̝̰̻̻̟̳͐̅́̏̃͑̓̅͌́̐͛̓͐̍̇̒̐͊̏͗͂͆̎̆̐͛̅̑̇̄̌͐̅͂͌̏̉̾̉̉̈͐͌̃͗́̀̈́̒̈́̽̈́̇̓̔̎̇͗͗̒͆͐̓̈̄͑̽͊̌̒̏͒̆̓̈́́̃́̓̊̄̊͒̈́́̉͂͊̈͑́̉̾͑̍͘͘͘̚̕͘͜͜͝͝͝͠͠͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝ ̸̵̸̴̸̶̷̶̶̷̵̵̶̴̸̴̸̨̧̛̛͇̟͕͇̫̞̩̖̘̯̘̮̤̠̪͙͖̼͔̜̗̤̯̭̪͚͇̗̺̘͎̻̹̃͊̉̅̊̈́͛̍̓̓̔̀̊̂͊́̔̊̈́̍͌̎̆́̃͘̕͘͜͝͝ ̷̷̶̶̷̸̵̸̷̶̵̸̴̷̷̴̨̢̡̢̘̮̬͉̮̯̫̣̮̘̖͓̼͓̳͎͚͕̼̞̬͖̜͉̯͂̓̅̊̄̃͊̃̾͐̈́̐̃̋́̊̀̌̉̆́͛̽̕̚͘͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͠ͅͅ ̵̵̸̸̵̸̴̶̵̶̵̵̴̧̨̡̦̝̦̠̖̮̣̼͓͎̟͉̪̫̈̅̓́͆͛̐̎̊̀̄̔̊̒̊̓̒̊̄̎͑̈́̕̚͜͜͜͝ͅͅͅ ̴̴̶̷̸̷̴̶̷̵̸̷̶̸̴̶̸̸̶̵̵̵̴̧̢̧̨̛̛̛̛͇͕͕̱̺͙̠͔̦̬̝̜̙̠͉̻̭̟̥̪̬̮͔̣̥͚̖͙̰̪͇̳̼̺̩͔̟̫͐̀͊͛̑̄̊͐́̅͊̿̿̍͊̈̋̀̾̅̋͒̑̈̍̃̓̋̈́̈́̈́̓̓̾͆͂͗̀̿͘͘͠ͅ ̶̶̷̸̸̸̶̵̵̷̵̵̵̵̨̨̢̡̡̧̛͇͈̞̠̘͎̖̟̬̞̠̼̤͚͙̣̜͙̬̺̗̙̈̾́̒̒̅͂̀̊͋̐̃̈́̾̓̃̔͑͝͝͝ͅ 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̶̸̴̷̵̴̷̶̴̶̴̴̷̵̷̷̶̸̸̸̷̴̶̵̶̸̶̸̴̸̸̸̴̸̸̵̵̴̵̵̴̵̵̶̷̷̴̵̸̶̷̶̴̷̸̸̶̷̴̶̷̵̸̸̶̵̸̴̴̷̵̸̷̶̸̸̴̵̶̶̷̶̴̶̸̸̶̸̶̴̸̧̧̨̡̧̨̢̧̡̢̡̢̧̧̡̧̢̡̧̧̢̛̛̰͖̳̻͕̦̹͖͍̫̙̞̫̻͉̤̯̹̻̪͈̭̤̯͖̘̳͕̘͉̞̭̺͈͙̖̠̜͇̯̱͉͍͇͇̱͉͓͉͕̪̼̳̬͇̥͍̱̭̮̱̯͍̟̱͙͙̙̙̲͚͓͙̝̲͕͍̺̺͚̲̗̩̟̻̻͓̝̪̣̮̥̗̳̩̝̫̬͓̥̲̪̤̗̻̞̪͕͈̤͓͉̳̣̳͈̱͙͚͚̪̼̫̱̯̗̣͎̝͕̥̭̫̖̝̖͎̖̼̬̖͔͇̝̯̘̗̻̤̼̱̼̜͓͔̜̼̠̦͉͕̣̲̻͌̈́̒̋̂̈̽̇̍̅̊̅̐̀̅̍̄̎͗̄̊́̏͒͊͊̎̀̅̅͆͋́̑̄̀̇̏̄̆́͐̑̃͌͛́͋̆̍̃̊́̍͊̽̅͆̿̋͆̌͗͆̈́̓̽̓̌̎͒̂̓̒̎͆̎̑͋̈̎̀́̋̊̀̾̍͋̉̓͌̇͛̈́̌̉̅͌̂͊͐͆̀́͑͋͌̌̈̇͒̈́̂̍͛̑̽̋̌̋̍̅̃̓͑̇͗̀̄̓̇͗͊̊̐̔̀̋̇̑̌̈́͋́͛̾̌̇̽̎̑̈̒̍̏́̇̀̚̚̕̚͘̚͘̚̕͘̕̚̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅ ̴̴̶̶̸̵̵̷̸̴̴̸̶̷̷̶̸̵̷̶̶̸̷̶̸̸̷̶̴̷̸̵̸̴̷̶̷̶̸̵̴̵̶̴̴̵̸̸̵̸̷̵̷̷̶̶̵̷̸̴̷̶̸̶̸̵̴̵̵̷̴̶̶̵̵̸̡̡̨̧̡̡̨̧̧̢̡̧̡̨̡̢̡̢̡̡̡̡̨̧̨̢̛̛̛̛̙͕̯̦̯̬̤͎̘̪̼̹̠̲̫̥̟̖̪̯͓̜͚̬̼̝͖̝̮̟̜͚̱̟̘͔̥̲͚̥̟̜͖̼̞͇̤̘͈̻̤̥̝̗̘̱̳̳͕͓̤͔̬͙̭͖̼̼̘͙̻̹̝͇̖̮͇̩͙͚̜͖̙̼͍̘͎̻̙̝͍̜̫̗͎̫̖̣̤͈̮͇̩̠͈̬̺͍͓̯̻̮̺̭̦̼̹̜̝̠͓̈́̽̾̓́̀́͑́̑̀͑̿́̈̏͂̾̌̄́͌̈́̍̉̆̍̏̀́͛̾͛̂̐̔̉͊̈́̐̍́͆͋͗̀̈́̋̈́̽̐͂͐̌̓̈́͋̀̓̊͒̇̑̊̏͐̔̃̓̀̐̆̄̂̎͊̔͒̔͋̈́͒͌̾̓̎̈́̔̏̎̃͗̽̾̔͆̆͗̽̏͑͂̀̐̐͐͂̇̉͂̈͛̉͒͊͒̈́̿̔̓̑͆̈́̓̊́̀̈͗̌͌̏̓̿̀̾̒͒̀̀̔̀͊̆̚̕͘̚͘͘̚̕͘͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅͅ\̵̴̷̷̵̷̶̸̢̳̖͚̳̞͕̟̩̙̦̭͖͕͚͇̈́̊̈́̋̀̾̔̒̽̎̌̐̈̌͑́͆̚͝ ̸̴̵̵̴̶̵̶̷̴̸̴̵̸̷̶̵̡̨̛̛̣̱͍̟͙̪̝̟̥͔͉͙͈̣͓̠͇̩͎̺͍̖͔̺̘͉͎̪̝͉̹͑͊̂̎̌͋̐̔́̃͑͛̓̄̐̽̽́̍̃̋̍̇͛͌͊̚͝͝͝ ̵̵̷̵̵̷̴̸̵̸̴̵̷̵̨̨̟͙̱̮̱͉̗͉̥̫͍̭͕̤̼͍̮͓̜̎̆̋̎͛͗͗͐̍́̓̀̓̃̎́̊̒͐̍̀̕͜͜ͅ ̵̵̴̸̴̸̵̸̶̴̷̴̵̧̛̹͔̮͖͔̜̦͓̜̩͚̝̘̠̯̻͕̺͍̲̯̆̎͋̏̾̂͌̋̈́͋͗̉̿͛͋͆͊̆̚͘̚͜ ̶̶̴̷̷̴̶̶̷̶̵̸̷̵̢͓̻̬͙̝͉̱̜͍̻̰̫̯͈͉̹̥̳̯̮̤̦̓̒̒͂̐̅͊̈͒̉̉̊̒͂̈́̉́̇͗͂̓̆̍͝ ̴̶̵̸̸̷̸̷̷̸̵̶̴̢̢̢͙̻̠̰̪̘̝͈̹̦̮̯̙̫̭͕͇̠́́̑̌͗̈́̂̑̈́̽͊͑̐̒̎͂̊͒̽̏͒͑́̾͐̕͘̚͜͜ͅͅ ̴̵̷̵̴̶̸̶̷̵̴̵̶̶̸̡̧̛̪͉̩͚͙̙̘̞̟̭͚̳̘͖͓͕̺̯̲̽̒͑̔͊̍̅̽̏̊̃̅̈́͛̍̌̓́͗̾̋̂̔̽̍͆̚ ̸̴̷̶̶̶̴̶̵̷̸̸̸̶̴̶̶̵̶̡̢̧̛̛͖͈͚̣͚̹̳͎̮̭̰̙̬͉̳̪̘̻̬̥̣͈̮̹̻͉̳̱̲̖̹̟̰͙̣̇̅̏̔̆̔̒̾̅̂͑̀̒̊̍̉̉͛̃̌̆̿̄̀́͂͆͆͜͜͝͠ͅͅͅ ̵̶̴̷̷̴̶̵̶̵̴̶̵̶̷̷̶̶̵̢̯̠͚̩̤̲̘̪̤̪̥̲͙̫̟̜̺̙͈͇͉̟͎̤̲̰͉̖̳͖̲̩̺̱͍̜̅̆̔̇̍̋͋̆͑͂̓͑̐͌̀̆̉͒̆̑̈̎͌̓͊̀̽̈́́̋̉̉́̿͘͘͘ ̷̰̒̃ ̷̩̩́ ̵͔̍ ̵͍̍ ̸̯̳̉͒ ̸͕͙̄ ̸ ̵ ̶ ̷ ̵ ̸ ̶

Thrice

He couldn’t lose. He needed to win.

W̵̨̒i̶͕̯̋̈ṅ̴̬̫.̷̘̤͝ ̸͔͙̾w̸̨̲̐̕i̸͙͆͠n̷̦̱͆͒.̶̫̈́ ̸̪͂ͅẆ̵̹̪̽í̷̱n̴̙̓.̴̻͇͐̾ ̵̜̑͝w̶̴̵̧̟͕̫̾̕ị̷̸̷̞̙̓̓̐n̴̴̵̤̱̦͐͝ͅ.̶̴̸̖͓̠̞͐͝ ̸̵̷̧̹̤̅͌͠͠W̶̷̶̭̯͉͚̒̐̓̓í̴̶̷͇̺̅̚ṇ̷̵̴̺̖́͌.̴̶̷̙͎̟̣̐̈͊̊w̴̶̸̵̴̸̛̫͎̖̣͚͈̤̟̤̌̈͋́͐̕͝͝i̵̴̸̷̴̼̭͉̩̼̯͉̔̏̈́̆͠ǹ̶̶̸̸̵͎̖̦̗̳̭̮̞̻͑̓͒͂̎͒.̵̷̶̴̸̴̴̨̛͚͈̠͕͚̠̺̈́̍͒͆͂̋̓̈́̃̄͛̚ͅ ̶̵̸̷̵̶̷̡̧̖͇͇̖̩͎̹̜̞͂͋̎̈͑͒̏͛̊̚͜Ẅ̴̸̸̵̸̴̯̯̬̗̭̟̼̝͇̮́̓̾̄̎͑̒͋͗́̓ī̴̴̵̵̶̴̟͓̻̭̹͔̦̋̑̔̈̂̉̉̕͜n̴̶̷̸̶̟̜̮̟͓͚̈́̇͌̀̀̑͜.̶̵̷̵̴͇̟̯͎̱̦̿͋̑̑͗͌̔͘͜ ̶̶̵̷̵̦͍̭̩̜̄͌̋̈́̌̕͝͝w̸̷̷̶̴̵̸̗͚̖͈̞̦̭͉̺̖̺͂̅̀̏̀̑͑̎͒̾̈́̕ĭ̷̶̷̴̶̸̵̧̛̹̠̯̦̣̝̦̜̻̗͂̋̌̓̒͋͐͝͠ͅͅņ̵̶̴̸̴̴̡̛̺̘͙̞̠͍̟̑͐̿͐̀͐͂͊̚͜ ̷̵̸̷̸̺͓̬͚͈̤͔̥͕̎͐̏̇̾͝w̸̴̵̵̸̷̸̨̙̺̺̟͈͉̮̠̟̠̬̓̑̂̒̒̓͆̕͝i̴̷̸̶̸̷̲͚͍̟̻̣̥̮̮̖̎̈́̽͌͗̓̕͘͝n̶̶̴̸̴̴̵̵̷̡̧̙̰̤̠̟̺͖͖͔͖̮̜͋͂̓̓̓̂̀̇̀̊̒̌̄͑̒͝ ̸̷̷̷̴̴̶̶̛̻͇̬̻̯̰̥͖̟͈̳̥̞͍̑͑͂́̀̒̂́́̐͆͜i̸̶̵̶̸̸͖̙̖̜̤̘̦̘̓̅̎̈́̓̄͝ͅw̴̷̵̷̴̴̱̱̲̼̱̟̰̯͆̄͗͂̃̄̏́͌͘ͅn̷̸̴̶̸̷̴̵̨͕̬̥̰̜͎̦̻͓̳̩̳̄̈́̽̓̈́̆̓̈̃̒̈̚͝͠w̷̷̸̵̸̶̛͙̩̙̯̳̙̳͉̗̃̆͒̓́̍̚ͅį̵̶̸̵̴̴̸̴̴̷̶̧̡̩̩̞̺̮̮̫̥̫̯̳͓̙͉̻̪̤̏͑̅̑͒̂̍̃͐͐̀̇̌̃̄̐̋̿̚̕͜ņ̶̴̵̴̶̵̞̼͕̜̹͍̋͋͂̆͐̀̔ͅͅw̴̶̸̴̴̴̵̴̸̶̷̵̵̴̶̨̛̮̘͎̦̠̗͍͚̘͈̻̣͈͈̤̟̝͍͍͎̦̘̗̮͓̹̖̦̰͔̋̓́̔̿̒̎͂̃̐̌́͂̏̄͂̍̈́̒̈́͠͝͝į̷̴̵̸̴̵̸̸̸̶̶̸̷̛̬̳̞̫̫͍͇͈͍̥̝͇̻̱̩̗̪̱̗̘̳̦̺̰͑́̈́͛́̔̀̈́̍̃̇̈́̑̓̉̓̿̈́̌͋̿̕̚͝͝n̵̸̴̵̴̵̵̸̵̸̷̶̡̨̺͚͍̲̙͉̪̤͙̝̘͎͉͇̝͔͙͍̋͂̓̏̎͆́͒̒͆̎̎̌͑̀͆̄̍̆͛́̍̋͠w̷̸̷̴̴̵̴̵̢̺̪͍̞͓͕̟̪̫̠̜͇̏̌͒͐̋̎̽̔̽͐͊͗̚͝͝i̵̸̵̵̶̷̷̷̸̵̸̶̴̵̢̛̙̙̼̬̜̭̖͔̩̠͓̰̥͔̮̟͎̺̩̟͍̘̾́̀̒̊̈́̀͋̅̃̇̓̒̋̿͐̍̽̄̏̏̚̚͜͝͝n̷̴̵̴̷̷̴̸̷̵̴̷̲̺̲̤͚̠̼̫͔̳̱̬͉̹͔̬̟͍͎̹̦̊̒͒̀͑̽͂̍̒͆̉̈́̓̓̐̂̆͘͜ͅẃ̶̴̶̶̷̸̶̷̶̷̷̴̷̸̛̺̳̞̫͈̤͉͎̙̠̳̩͚̟̪̯̠͚͚͍͓̼̩̪͊̓̅͌͐͛̓̀̇̈̔͗͑͋̄͊̈́̃́̅̿̓͌̀͜͝i̴̸̷̵̸̴̴̷̵̸̶̴̶̴̶̢̭̰̤̲̤̣͔̘͈͙͎͎͈̤͎̰̘̱͈̻͙̘̐̂̿̂̋̊̆͋́̋̎̄̈́̀̾̈́̍͋́̃̂͗̓̋̍̄̉̕͠ͅṉ̶̵̷̶̴̶̵̷̷̶̷̸̵͈̮̘͔̣͖̰̞̻̼̻̫̜̳̣̻̱̜̭͙̭̲̈́̈́̇͗̍͆̊͒͗̿̈́͑̎͒̇̀͌͆͐̊͌͛̿w̴̶̸̵̶̵̷̴̴̷̡̧̹͈̹̣̼͈͇͍͓͚̤̘͕͎̱̞̞͆̅̌̄̋̔̉͊̅̀͋͛͂̄͜͝w̸̶̸̴̸̷̵̴̸̵̶̸̴̡̨̡̪͍̙̹͕̞͔̻̟͓̹̙̺̺̻̱͔̼̄̔̅̓̌͆͌̀̀̈́͐͆̇͑̆̑̅̈́͛̒̓́͘͝͠͝n̸̷̵̶̸̵̴̸̷̷̴̷̸̴̸̸̵̴̸̷̴̶̵̢̛̛͚̬̣̙̯̼͉̼̖̮̺̖͇͕̝͚̣͍͈̞͕͕͍̺͕͖̖̣͍͓͓͙̣̞̩̮̼̦̰͓̲̼̪͕̈́͋̓̂̓̍̽́̈́̒̄͂̉̓̑͗̐̓̓͊̄̈̀̃̅͗̉̑̊͆̅͆̈̕̚̕͜͝͠͝i̸̶̷̴̶̴̷̷̸̸̷̶̴̵̴̵̴̷̡̡̨̥̹̮̹̬̦͓̥̠̩͎̘̣͈͎͈̞̟͖̟̰̜̮͌͌̆̍̈́̑̐͆̀̀̈́̂̀͛̐̇̾̊̈́͗͗̽̅͆̌̓̍͊͒̑̽̃͑̊̚̚̚̚͘͝͠ͅw̶̷̵̸̸̶̷̷̶̷̷̵̷̶̴̷̷̷̨̡̢̧̛̫͙̗̮̩̲̖͍͉̼̰͔͕̦̤̖̜͉͖͚̘̦͉̲̹̪̳̲͍̯̹̖̐͛̈̄̌͐̒̉̓̓̀̊͋̉̀̒̽̂́͗̍̈͊̐̾͘͘̚͜ͅn̶̷̸̸̷̷̵̶̴̴̶̶̶̵̷̵̴̷̴̨̨̨̛̜̱͈̳̱̙͙͖̬̟͚͙̺͙̯͚͉͔͓̲͇̗͔͇̤͇̞̬͔̺̜̖͛͑̍̌̓̍̄̌̽͗̄́͌̇̈̒̾̊͛̽̓́̐͊̉̾̕̚̚͜͜͝͠ͅw̷̴̷̵̴̸̸̶̶̴̷̶̵̷̧͉̞̦̼̣̭̙̤̲̦̳͉̩̻̞̭̳̭̘̝͈̳̭͑͌̃̐̃͐̓͌̓̃̊̅̾̀̈̆̔̐́̒́̀͝͝ì̶̵̸̶̷̵̸̵̷̷̷̵̸̵̷̵̵̸̴̢̛̤̣͖͓̗̹̱̰͓̭̱̭͈̲̰͙̪̞̹̤̣͕̜͙̦̭̳͉̫̲̻̫͇̭͙̤̓̈́̄͌̌͗͑̓̍̇͐̀́́̒̀͗̓̊̕͘̚͘͘̕̚͜͝͝ͅn̵̵̸̸̴̴̴̵̴̸̷̷̷̶̶̷̢̡̜̬̯͎̫̘͙̻̫͕̙̼͖̞͚͉̺͉̬̗͖̣̓̌͊̈́́̀̅͗͂̑̈́́͒͊͆̅͑͗͂͂̿͑̓̿̇̇̿͛̚͘͘͜͝i̶̷̸̸̶̷̶̵̶̶̸̸̴̸̴̵̶̷̶̸̴̛̻͚̲̝̼͕͔͎͎̮̦͖̯͉̬̣̰̖͔̯̭̱̻̬̫͎̟̘͔̣̮̬̱̬͐̓͊͒̒̊͐̓̀͑̐́͑́̄͂͌͌̄̍͂͆̑̏̉̐̈́̆͊̅̐̋̄̒̇̉̂̑̈́̍́̕̚͘͜͝n̷̵̴̵̷̷̸̵̴̵̸̶̶̷̵̷̸̴̵̴̵̴̡̧̡̨̡̨̢̛̦̱̜̻̰̥̲̲̩̝͚̖̯̳͕̙̮̣̟͎͈̰͇̙̭̺͎̩̺̖̳͎̘̫̦̫͙̱̻͋̉̃̃̒̿̋̑̋̒̄͑̓̍̔͌̑̃̓̀̌̂̚̚͝͝͝ͅẃ̶̴̸̸̵̸̶̶̶̷̸̷̷̴̵̶̧̢̛̗̲͖̥̦̫̩̙̫̮͔̳͙̦̘̰̬̣̆̈̉̋̔̒̑͗̌̓̿̈́͐̓͑̔͐̓̇̽͐͐͊͌̑̕̕͘͜͜͝͠͝ͅǐ̴̵̴̷̶̶̷̷̴̶̶̵̸̷̵̸̴̵̶̷̷̷̵̸̵̶̶̸̷̸̷̢̧̛̮̜̹͉̤̼̹̟͙̩͕̙̳͎̗͇̙̭̝͔͉̬̘̩̖̣͙͈͔̩̦̩͔͚̲̠̬̬̲͖̠̤̗͚̠̥͓͉͇̘͈͉̲̝͉̈́̉̈́̍͗̿̿͑̅̂̂̈̽̾̆̾̀̂̿̓́̊̿̓̈́͐͌̄̔̂̏̅͋̈̇̄͊̇̑͗͑̉͑̇͋̈́̃͋͗̕͘͘͘͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠ͅñ̵̶̵̷̴̶̷̴̶̵̷̵̷̴̵̴̴̸̷̴̷̷̷̶̶̴̴̵̶̡̢̨̢̧̢̨̢̯̤͎̤̭͍̝̫̳̺̠͔̟̟̖̞̜͍͖̤̦͎̜͔͈̗̰̺̼̙͚̜͈͚̠̙͙̠̩̣͓̇͗̀̀͒̈̊̃̄̒̽̒̂̓̓̂̇̿͂͑͋̏͒̄͆̇̒̒͆̓̓̇̅̓̒̊̑̆̿̎͊̾͒̌͂̾̒͐͒͘̚͘̚̕̕͝͠͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅw̸̷̵̴̶̷̴̴̶̷̷̴̷̷̴̵̵̶̸̶̷̴̵̴̴̷̸̵̸̵̷̴̸̸̵̸̵̶̴̴̵̸̴̨̨̨̨̢̢̡̡͚̠̳͎̤̖̩͙͈̭̙͙̦̬̳̮̹͕͈̖̩̙̟̹̩̗̹̙͔̼̳͔̮͇͙̞͙̫̤̪͓͕̗̝̳̩̰͕͈̤͖̞̫͉̦̤̺̗͎̘̣̣̣̯̞̲̠̞̻̬̞̯̒͐̂̂̃̎̒̂̀̆͌̓͒̒̒̑͋̾̐̍̋͊̂͌́̀͒́̏̃̽̊̃̏̍̌͑͐̔͐̂̽͂̾̄̒̀̇͒̈̓̏̈́̃̾́͗̇͊̂̑͑̿̈̋̄͛̆̇̈̾̑̄̒̈́͆̕̚͜͜͠͝͠͠͝͠͝͝ͅḯ̷̸̷̸̶̸̵̷̵̴̷̴̷̴̶̷̶̷̸̵̸̶̸̴̴̴̴̷̴̧̨̡̢̧̛͚̭͚̝̖̼̲̘̙̥̫͓̮̗̜͚̙͉̺̳̩̜̠̳͙͎͖̦͈̱͔͙͈̪̼͔̫̩̖̭̬̭̦͕̰̠̼͖̦͗̌̉̀̏̈̃͂̑̈́̄̿̔͛̐͗̏́̍̓͆̆̃́̆̄̄̂́̎͐̽̿̄̌̓́̉̀̓̒̀̾̆̊͋̃̂͂̕̕͘̚̚̚̕͠ͅͅw̵̵̶̵̵̸̵̶̶̵̸̸̵̷̸̵̷̷̸̵̵̶̵̶̷̴̧̢̢̧̧͚̮̤̜͔̤̟͙͈̱̤̞̣̳͙̳̰͔̮̺͓͍̻̺̺̱̭͕̞̬̮̫̭̙͔̗̦̪̼͚͓͒͑͑̄͑͆͛̄̅̏̓̎̿̄͋͛̂̋͐̾̽͐͑̒͊̿́̀̿̑̉̔̌̓̀͐̈͒̔̄̍́̈̽̕͜͝͠͝͠͠ȋ̵̵̷̵̷̸̶̷̴̸̴̶̸̴̵̶̸̵̵̸̶̵̷̴̧̛͔̫̫͕̜͉̱̩̠̟̼͈̻͇̞̱̠̖̟̭̥͙͕̩̻̣̗͎͎̙̪̜̪̰͉͇͒͐́̇̑̍͋̓̆́̋̆͋́̓̅̓̐̈̌̓̏̉̔͛͂́́̊͑̋̌͊̆̀̅͌̇̀͌̇̓̎̃͐͘̕̕̚͜͜͜͠͠͝w̴̷̶̴̸̸̴̵̵̷̴̴̷̵̷̷̨̢̨̨̛̜̖̗̻̳̮̳̪̫̻̟̤̫̦͔͚̟͎̝͍͓̗̖̺̬̞̺̟̫͋̌̽̎̈́͒̈́̐̿̆̄̊̅̿͋̈́̄̎̒̍̾̏̔̕̚n̶̷̴̸̵̷̸̴̶̶̵̸̷̶̷̶̴̷̵̸̸̵̵̴̷̷̸̵̶̸̶̷̴̡̡̧̧̡̡̡̡͕̖̯͔̲̖̪͖̱̤̖̥̦͍̬̺̟̬̪̤̤͚̪̟̞̬̹̠̫̘̪̖̯̜̺͈̞̯͇̪̺̣̳͈̟͚̗̺̣͓͔̠̥̻͙̠̘͈̘̪̭͎̬͓̄͊͌͐͐̈́͛̾̀̆̇͆̂̈̀̓̽͊̈́̀̾͆̐̂̇̌͋͗̈͗̓̇̐̏͋̔̆̓̿̔̃̀̊̃͑͘̚̕͜͝͠͝ͅỉ̸̵̶̸̴̷̴̴̶̴̵̷̴̶̴̵̸̴̵̶̴̶̴̵̶̸̵̵̴̡̡̡̛͓̜̟͉̭̱̫̰̘̗̪̳͚̟̺͓͇̬͙̰̺̤̲̞͍̗͕͉͖̤͚͔̞̘̟̒̀̐̋̏̔̆͊̀́͂́̄͋́́̈͌͆̓́́͂̓̅͊̏̈́͊͌͂̑̓̈̌̉̓̔̋̌̀̍͗̊̄͋͆͛̓̿̐͛͊̐̕͝͝͠͠͝͝͝͝ͅw̴̶̷̵̷̸̶̵̸̸̸̸̸̴̴̵̶̵̵̷̴̴̴̶̴̸̷̵̶̶̵̷̷̴̶̶̵̸̷̸̸̶̸̵̶̵̷̸̡̢̡̢̢̡̧̛̬̠̗̜̖̣͍̣͔̟͖͓̙͔̗̪̞̲̳͙̘̩͉̺̜̺̻̯̣͙̬̝̭͇͓̲̖̹͉͍̱̦̥͇͖̠̺̜͔̮͈̱̙̳̩͍̻̲̼̠͍͚̥͈̠̟̼̟͕̘̦̲̯̟͎̮͍̭͇̘̖̝̗̲̳͛̾͆̐̊̒̇͋̄͗̊̾̀̽̏͑̄̀̀̊͛̓̋̎̒̄̒͒̎̈̿̓̑͆͂͒̐̾̈́͂̔̏̃̈́̓́̂͌͂̍͂̆̈́̊̏̍̀͌́̑̐̀̔̈́̊̈͑̆̀͛̊̍̈́̓̏̃͆͆̈́̾̋͒̐̒̀̈̌͛̅̚̚̕̕̚͜͜͠ͅn̶̵̶̴̶̷̷̴̵̸̵̴̴̵̷̵̸̷̵̵̸̶̶̸̴̶̶̵̵̸̶̶̵̶̵̸̸̴̴̢̧̨̢̡̨̧̛̛̛̺̼̼̤̞̜̥̰̼̺̬̺̤̱̼̥̻̦̘͖̺̰̗͔̹̖̫̲̪̼̻͓͉̤͎̠̱̭̗̤͎̩̠͙͙͇̙͍̮͉͚͚̲̙͚̗̤̣͙͇͇̩̫͍͓͕̻̩̏́̊̑̾̀̈́̋̀͋̇̂̾̆͋̐͌̆̀̂͛͗̓͋͆͛͂͗̎͑̉̄͊̃̍̽͆̐̿̐̐̊́̏͆̽͌͛͒͒̐̑̂́̐̃̉̓̑̓̈́̅͌́́́̀͘̕̕̚͝͝͠͝͝ͅw̶̴̸̵̷̴̴̶̶̵̴̶̶̴̷̵̶̡̨̡̡͖̥̩͈͚̱̗͈̲̬̜̫͓̰͙͎͍̝̬͖̌̈́̅̾̎̇̃̀̀̑́̑̂̀̒̐̀̿̋͒̈͊̈́̓̅̽̓̑̀̑͘̕͜͜͝͝͝į̸̶̵̷̴̶̸̷̸̶̸̸̴̶̸̸̴̵̷̵̶̸̴̶̸̶̷̴̸̢̨̧̛̼̖̼̤̬̤̯͇͉̠̳̺͈͙̤̬̮̮͖̭͚̗͕͍͖̺̱̳͍̳̣͉̠͉̜̯̻̰̻͙̤͕͚̳̥̝̩̺̲̣͍͈͉͎͂̿͒͋̍̂͋̅̅́͐̀̋̈̔͑̂͐̋͋̋̋̽͗́̄͐̅̑́̒̊̈́̍̾̏̃̂̈̍̾͂̍̏̉́̅̽͘̕͘͘͜͠͝ͅn̸͓̑̐.̷̱͝

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