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๐™’๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™’๐™š ๐™๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ โ€”๐™’๐™š ๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข๐™šWe extend our heartfelt congratulations to our very own ๐•๐š๐ง๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ˆ. ๐€๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐š๐๐จ for being crowned ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฒ...
03/11/2025

๐™’๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™’๐™š ๐™๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ โ€”๐™’๐™š ๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข๐™š

We extend our heartfelt congratulations to our very own ๐•๐š๐ง๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ˆ. ๐€๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐š๐๐จ for being crowned ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฒ๐š ๐ง๐  ๐Š๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐š ๐š๐ญ ๐’๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ง๐  ๐‘๐Œ๐Œ๐‚ ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“ during the recently concluded Ginoo at Mutya ng RMMC!

You have exemplified elegance, intellect, poise, and excellenceโ€”the true embodiments of an RMMCian.

Your Linguistsโ€™ Family is immensely proud of your remarkable achievement. May you continue to inspire others and shine ever brighter!





Caption | Shenna Lopez
Layout Artist | Aldrick Kevin Alac

๐–๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ž๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ฎ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐š๐ฌ ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ ๐ž!Radiating confidence, intelligence, and undeniable charm โ€” Vanness ...
02/11/2025

๐–๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ž๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ฎ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐š๐ฌ ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ ๐ž!

Radiating confidence, intelligence, and undeniable charm โ€” Vanness Alegado, proudly representing the College of Arts and Sciences, is ready to light up the stage of Mutya ng RMMC 2025!

Wishing you all the best, Ms. Vanness! Youโ€™ve come so far, and we know youโ€™ll light up that stage with your charm and confidence.

Your Linguistsโ€™ family stands loud and proud behind you! Show them the power of beauty with brains, and let your elegance speak louder than words.





Caption | Divine Kate Formon
Layout Artist | Aldrick Kevin Alac

๐ˆ๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ฒ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฒ๐š๐ซ๐๐ฌ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ๐Ÿ‘ป๐ŸŽƒThey say Halloween is the time when sp...
01/11/2025

๐ˆ๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ฒ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฒ๐š๐ซ๐๐ฌ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ๐Ÿ‘ป๐ŸŽƒ

They say Halloween is the time when spirits riseโ€ฆ but what if itโ€™s our emotions that come back instead? The memories, the โ€œwhat-ifs,โ€ and the people we thought weโ€™ve already moved on from โ€” they return, haunting the quiet corners of our minds.

Maybe the real horror isnโ€™t in the dark or the unknown, but in the things we once felt so deeply โ€” the ones that never really left.

This Halloween, as the world celebrates the eerie and the strange, may we also remember that sometimes, the ghosts that linger the most are the ones we carry within.

Have a fa-boo-lous Halloween, everyone! ๐Ÿ‘ป๐ŸŽƒ





Caption | Divine Kate Formon
Layout Artist | Aldrick Kevin Alac

๐๐€๐„๐‹๐’ ๐‡๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ: ๐‘ญ๐’‚๐’„๐’–๐’๐’•๐’šItโ€™s nine oโ€™clock in the evening, and Iโ€™m still here, cleaning up this mess in my teache...
31/10/2025

๐๐€๐„๐‹๐’ ๐‡๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ: ๐‘ญ๐’‚๐’„๐’–๐’๐’•๐’š

Itโ€™s nine oโ€™clock in the evening, and Iโ€™m still here, cleaning up this mess in my teacherโ€™s faculty office. Itโ€™s such a pain in the ass being a working studentโ€”having to work every day and every night just to earn the education and degree Iโ€™ve been dreaming of.

โ€œDo you hear that?โ€

I paused and set down the things Iโ€™d been arranging. Someoneโ€™s here?

โ€œWhat did you hear?โ€ another voice replied.

I opened the door and called out, โ€œHello?โ€

When I looked to the left, I saw my teachers walking down the hallway toward me. I ignored them and went back to what I was doing.

โ€œHave you heard? Students are gossiping about some kind of ghost haunting this part of the facultyโ€”scattering and destroying everything.โ€

As I heard them talking outside, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and a chill ran through my body. Whatโ€™s this sudden feeling? Fear crept in, and I began working faster than before.

โ€œA ghost? How ridiculous. Thereโ€™s no such thing as ghosts,โ€ I tried to convince myself.

But then, those same teachers screamed and ran away from the office.

โ€œI HEAR IT! COME ON, LETโ€™S RUN! THE GHOST IS REAL!โ€

I looked aroundโ€”no ghost, no sound. Just me, standing in front of the mirror, staring at my bloody reflection.

โ€œOh s**t. I forgot. I am the ghostโ€ฆ and itโ€™s my 60th death anniversary since that damned, filthy janitor r***d me.โ€

From: Vanessa Mae Roselo



๐๐€๐„๐‹๐’ ๐‡๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ: ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“๐’ˆ๐’๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’Trees were dancing, leaves swaying. The wind whistled while the birds chirped. What a ...
31/10/2025

๐๐€๐„๐‹๐’ ๐‡๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ: ๐‘ญ๐’๐’“๐’ˆ๐’๐’•๐’•๐’†๐’

Trees were dancing, leaves swaying. The wind whistled while the birds chirped. What a fine dayโ€”people chatted as they walked down the road, kids fooled around and laughed together heartily. Couples glanced happily at each other, whispering words only they could hear.

"What a fine day," I thought to myself.

People were just minding their own business, as if nothing was happening around them. Having to deal with their own s**t sounded great to me. I heaved a deep sigh and grabbed the hand of the person near me; my heart started to pound when the only thing I intertwined with was the wind.

"Mom?!" I shouted under my breath.

Where's my mom? I swore she was just by my side. I looked around but still saw no sign of her. Where could she have gone? She had been sitting with me on this bench, knitting something. I approached a woman nearby and asked her, โ€œExcuse me, ma'am. Have you seen an elderly woman wandering around? She's wearing a plain old gray sweater, about this height, and has a kind smile carved on her face.โ€

โ€œI'm sorry, miss. I haven't seen your mom at all. You might want to try asking the information desk over there.โ€

I walked straight to the information desk and asked a couple of questions. Suddenly my mom grabbed my hand. I jumped for a moment and looked at her. We slowly walked back to the parking lot and got into the car. The whole drive was a little tense; from time to time I caught my mom staring at me.

When we reached our destination, I hurriedly grabbed my mom's wrist and dragged her inside. I looked at her intently, a lot of questions running through my mind.

โ€œWho are you?โ€

She didn't answer. I asked again, โ€œWho are you? Why aren't you answering me?โ€

โ€œI have Alzheimer's. Did you forget?โ€

Her answer sent shivers down my spine. How was she aware of her sickness? She couldn't even remember me. She went inside her room and closed the door.

This bewildered meโ€”how could she be my mom when I had buried my own mother in our backyard? Oh well, s**t happens. I guess I'll have to bury her again for the fifth time.

From: Vanessa Mae Roselo



๐๐€๐„๐‹๐’ ๐‡๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ: ๐‘จ ๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’“๐’ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’” ๐’‚ ๐‘ซ๐’๐’‘๐’‘๐’†๐’๐’ˆรค๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’“Hello, Linguistics! I really want to share one of my creepy experi...
31/10/2025

๐๐€๐„๐‹๐’ ๐‡๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ: ๐‘จ ๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’“๐’ ๐’˜๐’‰๐’ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’” ๐’‚ ๐‘ซ๐’๐’‘๐’‘๐’†๐’๐’ˆรค๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’“

Hello, Linguistics!

I really want to share one of my creepy experiences.

I was in 7th grade when this thing happened. Ako kasi yung laging maaga sa amin since malapit lang yung bahay namin sa school,so ako ang na atasan para mag bukas ng room namin every morning,madami akong experiences about sa building namin pero that's another story for another time.

I have this classmate, let's call her Angel, every morning kasi naka gawian na niya talaga na I greet ako ng good morning then may pa beso pa yan siya, that day asual nasa tapat lang ako ng entrance door namin nakikipag chikahan then bigla siyang dumating, nag taka ako nung time na yun why she didn't even said hello sakin (for context hindi ako namalik mata lang kasi siya lang naman yung mahaba ang buhok samin na babae and usual clothes niya na naka white t shirt and school unif siya kaya alam ko na siya talaga yun). Back to the story, nilagpasan niya lang ako that day na very not like her pinag walang bahala ko nalang kasi baka wala lang siya sa mood, then tanda ko nun dumiritso siya sa divan namin and hindi sa upuan niya,di ko minend kasi baka cleaners siya nung time na yun so binalik ko atensyon ko siya ibang cm ko na dumating rin. After some time, dumating yung best friend niya kasama si Angel and una ko talagang sinabi na bat niya kasama best friend niya e naka rating na siya kanina and then pareha lang sila nag taka kasi kakarating lang talaga nila at sabay talaga sila pumasok, then I explained na nakita ko talaga siya kanina pumasok tas di niya nga man lang ako binati and she dinied it then pag tingin ko sa divan banda wala na rin dun yung suppose to be Angel na unang pumasok, and pareho kaming naka kita ng isa kung cm na pumasok nga talaga siya. After that nilagnat lang din kami pareho nung kasama kung nakakita din. That was my first doppelganger experience.

Thank youu, for letting me share my experience, hope to read more of this sa page.

from: Mari Yllane



๐๐€๐„๐‹๐’ ๐‡๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ: ๐‘จ๐’๐’ˆ ๐‘ฉ๐‘จ๐‘ฉ๐‘จ๐‘ฌ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐’Œ๐’–๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ๐’‚๐’๐’•๐’‚This story happened when I was 16 years old. Nag-apartment kami ng kapatid...
31/10/2025

๐๐€๐„๐‹๐’ ๐‡๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ: ๐‘จ๐’๐’ˆ ๐‘ฉ๐‘จ๐‘ฉ๐‘จ๐‘ฌ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐’Œ๐’–๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ๐’‚๐’๐’•๐’‚

This story happened when I was 16 years old. Nag-apartment kami ng kapatid ko sa may Lanzones Street, banda lang dito sa GenSan. It was a small apartment โ€” dalawang kwarto lang, tapos may maliit na kusina at banyo sa likod. Simple lang, pero para sa amin, okay na. My sister worked sa isang karinderya malapit sa kanto, while ako, nag-aaral pa sa senior high.

Sa unang linggo, everything felt normal. Tahimik ang lugar, minsan lang may dumadaan na tricycle. Pero tuwing gabi, napapansin ko na parang may kumakanta sa labas. Hindi malakas, parang pabulong lang, pero malinaw ang tono โ€” parang lullaby. (Dili nako sya ma explain og tarong kung unsa ang tono basta ga kanta sya)

Una, akala ko kapitbahay lang na nagvi-videoke. Pero pag tinitingnan ko sa bintana, wala naman. Madilim lang, tapos tahimik na ulit.

Isang gabi, habang nagre-review ako, narinig ko ulit. Same voice. Malambing pero malamig.โ€œLaaโ€ฆ laaโ€ฆ laaโ€ฆโ€ Tumindig balahibo ko. Tinawag ko kapatid ko, โ€œAte, naririnig mo โ€˜yan?Nagulat siya, โ€œUnsa man? Wala man ko nadunggan.โ€So I brushed it off, baka imagination lang.

Pero kinabukasan, pag-uwi ko galing school, nakita ko โ€˜yung pintuan namin nakaawang. Pagpasok ko, may tubig sa sahig โ€” galing sa banyo. Pagbukas ko ng ilaw, may babaeng nakatalikod sa harap ng salamin. Mahaba ang buhok, suot puting dress na basang-basa. Akala ko si Ate, kaya tinawag ko,

โ€œAte, unsa man imong gibuhat diha?โ€

Hindi siya sumagot. Nang nilapitan ko, bigla siyang nawala โ€” parang hangin lang. Naiwan lang โ€˜yung tubig na tumutulo sa sahig.
Kinabukasan, nagtanong ako sa landlady kung may nangyari bang kakaiba sa unit namin. Napatingin siya sa akin, tapos bumuntong-hininga.

โ€œAyaw lang gud mog saba, pero ana sila, katong nag-una ninyo nga nangabang, naa daw babae nga nanganta kada gabii. Pag-usa, nakit-an daw sa banyo, nagdugo ang tiil, nagtan-aw sa salamin.โ€ That night, hindi na ako nakatulog. Around 2 a.m., narinig ko ulit โ€”

โ€œLaaโ€ฆ laaโ€ฆ laaโ€ฆโ€

Pero this time, nasa loob na ng kwarto. Dahan-dahan kong binuksan ang ilaw, pero patay ito. Naka-off lahat, kahit โ€˜yung flashlight ng phone ko.
Paglingon ko sa salamin sa gilid ng k**a โ€” may babae. Basang-basa ang buhok, nakangiti, kumakanta habang nakatingin diretso sa akin. โ€œLaaโ€ฆ laaโ€ฆ laaโ€ฆโ€Nang sinubukan kong tumakbo, bigla niyang hinawakan ang braso ko โ€” malamig, parang yelo. โ€œAyaw na og kantaโ€ฆโ€ sabi ko halos di makahinga. Ngumiti lang siya, tapos nawala ulit.

Sa sobra nako ka hadlok gi ingnan nako si ate nga mang hawa nami. Maong pagka ugma, umalis kami ng Ate ko. Hindi na kami bumalik doon kahit kailan. Pero minsan, pag nadadaan ako sa Lanzones Streetโ€ฆ may maririnig pa rin akong mahinaโ€ฆ
โ€œLaaโ€ฆ laaโ€ฆ laaโ€ฆโ€

At alam kong hindi hangin โ€˜yon.



๐๐€๐„๐‹๐’ ๐‡๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ: ๐‘จ๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’š ๐‘ฒ๐‘จ๐‘ซ๐‘ฌ๐‘ต๐‘จHello BAELS, I just want to share this story of mine nga medyo creepy ju...
31/10/2025

๐๐€๐„๐‹๐’ ๐‡๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ: ๐‘จ๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’š ๐‘ฒ๐‘จ๐‘ซ๐‘ฌ๐‘ต๐‘จ

Hello BAELS, I just want to share this story of mine nga medyo creepy jud siya. But Iโ€™ll try my best na ikuwento in detail. So here it goesโ€ฆ

Diri sa among purok, kung naay mamatay, murag dili pa gani malubong, naa dayon mo sunod. Yes, mura jud siyaโ€™g kadena. Every year, dili jud malikayan nga naay mamatay sa among community, and every time nga naaโ€™y ing-ana nga panghitabo, naa jud mo-paramdam. Idk if lalaki ba siya or babae, pero ang klaro, ang iyang tiil naay kadena.

Usually, sa may plaza siya madunggan. Halos tanan nga moagi didto, makadungog ug kalit nga muraโ€™g kadena nga ginabira. Labi na kung gabii, labi na kung hilom ang palibot.

Usa ka gabii, gikan ko sa vigil. Dili man layo among balay, so naglakaw ra ko pauli. Pero pag-abot nako sa may plaza, bisan wala pa ko nakaabot didto, nakafeel na ko ug tindig balahibo. Ako ra gyud isa. Ang hangin murag ni-uban ug kalit nga kabugnaw.

Paglakaw nako, nadunggan nako ang tingog โ€” kadena. At first, I thought imagination ra to. Basin alambre lang nga nagbitin or something. Pero kadugayan, klaro na kaayo ang tunog, murag gikan sa layo, pero padulong gyud sa akong direksyon.

Pag-abot nako sa tunga-tunga sa plaza, murag nagkalig-on ang tingog hangtod nga murag naa nay naglakaw sa likod nako. Nisugod kog lingi, pero walay tao. Hilom kaayo ang palibot. Pero ang tunog sa kadena, mas nilapad, mas duol, mas bug-at.

Murag naa nay naglakaw sa akong likod, mga tulo ka hakbang lang layo. Paglingi nako, nadaan ko sa kahayag sa poste โ€” naa koy nakit-an nga anino sa lalaki. Dako siya, taas, ug murag naka itom tanan. Sa iyang tiil, nagbitay ang kadena, ug kada lihok niya, magtingog gyud.

Nipadagan ko balik sa lamay, pero bisan nagdagan nako, murag nagkadool gihapon ang tingog sa kadena. Murag ginasundan ko.

Pag-abot nako sa lamay, kalit nga nawala ang tunog. Paglingi nako, walay tao. Pero sa pultahan sa balay nga gitambongan namo, naaโ€™y marka sa yuta โ€” mga yapak nga may linya sa kadena.

Pagkaugma, nakadungog ko nga ang tigbantay sa plaza gabii, wala daw natulog. Kay daw naa siyay nadunggan nga kalabog ug kadena nga naglibot-libot. Ug pag-adlaw, naa silay nakit-an nga piraso sa kalawangon nga kadena sa daplin sa bangko sa plaza.

Gikan ato nga gabii, wala na ko nag-agi didto kung gabii. Kay basinโ€ฆ kung kinsa man to nga lalaki nga may kadena, nangita pa ug sunod sa kadena.



๐๐€๐„๐‹๐’ ๐‡๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ: โ€œ๐“๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐”๐ฌ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐“๐š๐ฅ๐ž... ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ƒ๐š๐ซ๐ž!"๐†๐จ๐ญ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฒ, ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ฒ, ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ง๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐‡๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ? ๐–๐ก๐ž๐ญ๐ก...
28/10/2025

๐๐€๐„๐‹๐’ ๐‡๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ: โ€œ๐“๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐”๐ฌ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐“๐š๐ฅ๐ž... ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ƒ๐š๐ซ๐ž!"

๐†๐จ๐ญ ๐š ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฒ, ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ฒ, ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ง๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐‡๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ? ๐–๐ก๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ข๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐š ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ž, ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐œ๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ โ€” ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ข๐ญ.

๐’๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐‘๐Œ๐Œ๐‚ - ๐๐š๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐€๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐„๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก ๐‹๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐’๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐š๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐œ.๐›๐š๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ@๐ ๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐ฅ.๐œ๐จ๐ฆ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐‡๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ!

๐€๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฒ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐จ๐ง.

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