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⠀ - ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ “𝘏𝘰𝘸’𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥?” 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘴. “𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨,” 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬. “𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.” ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
i'm on my way.
dad, @jurdafarmed, come home, kaz hasn't eaten his vegetables in two weeks.




