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Deep within the forest, a magical banquet awaits. The Walst family, once cursed, has transformed their haunted abode into a welcoming haven. Discover the warmth within: Open House! 🩸 @TheWalst have embraced their curse, turning it into a celebration of love and heart, banishing bad luck with their kindness.

The secret of the forest banquet is known only to those who wander lost and find themselves welcomed by the monsters.

┃‘☥ .. @TheWalst! Respected and revered, they thrive in the shadows, bringing light and joy to all. The opening of their home will be a grand celebration, led by their majesty.

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All are welcome to join through the link listed: [https://t.me/+60I8pkP3xk9lNWE1] No one will be turned away, and new bonds will be formed. As the curses are lifted, the forest will glow with a perpetual shimmer, leading all to the Walst family's enchanted banquet.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWith Love, @TheWalst’s.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(𝙀𝙫𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙄𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩—
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝘼𝙣 𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙊𝙙𝙚.)

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWarmest regards,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ @TheReedwart.

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          1st Hath Waxed And Waned
  AND STILL, OUR LOVE ENDURES.

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