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𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐉𝐄’𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄
𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔.

Amidst this resplendent pandemonium, we discovered our enduring felicity. Each beatific smile, every knowing glance exchanged, each moment jointly experienced, constitutes a precious keepsake enshrined within my heart. These shall be the epochs upon which we reflect with boundless jubilation, reminiscing about the ineffable love that inextricably binds us, a bond surpassing all earthly forces. A prosperous annum to you from the esteemed Caintje Household!
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Gritnoise! Today I, Gritner’s Anton, went out for hotpot brunch with my friends, Roesjad’s Wonbin, Edurne’s Wonbin, Caintje’s Wonbin, Sveic’s Anton, Walst’s Wonbin, Rocheveil’s Wonbin, and Scythe’s Anton & Sohee. We didn’t plan much, just followed hunger and ended up around a table that slowly filled with steam, noise, and comfort. The broth kept bubbling, my phone stayed face down, and everyone talked over each other like we always do.

Edurne’s Wonbin was halfway through telling a story when Sveic’s Anton accidentally spilled the sauce, everywhere. For a split second there was silence, then chaos. Roesjad’s Wonbin grabbed tissues, I laughed too loud, Caintje’s Wonbin tried to save the table, Rocheveil’s Wonbin wouldn’t stop teasing, Scythe’s Anton just smiled, Scythe’s Sohee made it worse with jokes, and Walst’s Wonbin kept saying, “It’s okay, it’s okay,” while laughing anyway.

Nothing big happened, really. Just food, laughter, and time slowing down. And somehow, that was everything.