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   (┊⠀𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕⠀
   (┊⠀𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍  𝒘𝒂𝒈𝒔  𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒔 
   (┊⠀𝒐𝒇  𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔,  𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕  𝒑𝒂𝒘  𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒔. 
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     now nineteen—ryu sarang’s festivity
     unfurls like a petal blushing pink, a
     carousel of giggles through mango-
     sweet    wishes—tucked    between
     pawprint    promises    stitched    in
     a handkerchief       zᶻ ૮˶- ﻌ -˶ა⌒)ᦱ
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wandering the streets of new york, where every corner feels like a movie scene. from the towering skyscrapers to the cozy little cafés tucked away in side streets—this city truly never sleeps, and neither did I while soaking in all its magic! 🔥