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kataraznastytoughts · 2 years
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The seamstress who sewed my heart together (Kankuro x Reader)
Summary: A new sewing shop opened its gate in Suna and Kankuro wanted a new outfit for himself, but the moment he saw the seamstress he fell in love in the first sight of her. And he keeps returning to the shop a few times before he ask the girl out.
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Kankuros pov:
I've had my best dreams when Temari burst into my room in the morning and started shouting and hitting me to wake up until I gave in and woke up. I was still half asleep but I managed to get in the bathroom and do my war paint and get ready for the day.
As I got downstairs Gaara and Temari was already eating their breakfast and talked about something. While I made a coffe for myself Temari rambled about some new sewing shop that just opened.
"You know Kankuro you could get a new outfit there because this one is a pure rag."Temari commented still eating her croissant.
"I know. I think I want to go there today to get one." I nodded while I drunk my last sip of my coffe and get to the front door to put my shoes on. "I'ma go now. Hope they opened. See ya!"
While I was walking on the streets to get here I could feel the warmth of the sun on my cheeks.
When I arrived I was reliefed that they were opened. So I stepped in to the shop. When I saw the seamstress I lost my breath and I froze, my heart was skipping a beat and then started to beat faster and faster.
Reader pov:
'No costumers yet, but my shift is almost ending. Man this is boring! Please someone get in so I can do something useful.' I was bored so I grabbed some material and started to sew it together and I hardly noticed that someone walked in. It was a handsome man wearing a full black outfit and a black hood with purple war paint.
I greeted him and when I asked what he came for. The first time he didn't reply just looked at me like he seen a ghost. So I asked again with a much powerful tone he finally answered. After he told me that he wanted another full black outfit I guided him to get in place so I can get his sizes.
He was shaking the whole time, when i asked him question he hardly replied and he avoided any eyecontact. 'What had gotten into him? I'ts his first time in a sewing shop or what?'
Kankuro pov:
After some time she greeted me with a soft smile and asked me what i wanted. I was still frozen and no words came out. 'What had gotten into me?' She waited a little and asked again with a much powerful tone and i snapped out of being frozen and answered her.
She guided me to a place where she started to get my sizes. The shock came again when I felt her warm hands on my body. I started shaking and I hold my breath when she came up to check my shoulders. I was red. She asked me questions but I only managed to breath out one word answers. 'What is happening to me? Damn this is embarrasing.'
After she finished with getting my sizes she told me that the outfit would be done by 1-2 weeks. She wanted my adress so she can send a letter when it's done. So I gave it to her. Before I left the shop she asked me why was i scared and told me that she don't bite.
I walked home with a huge grin on my lips. I got home and I told everything to Temari. She started laughing and I was clueless why. When she stopped she looked in my eyes with a serious face.
"Kankuro, you fell in love with the girl by first sight."
"What?"
"You fell in love by first sight."
I thinked for a moment and she was right. The seamstress was actually really beautiful. Her y/h/c hair was in a low bun, glasses covered her y/e/c eyes. She looked like an angel that fell from heaven.
I asked Temari for some tips but she only told me that after i got the outfit i should visit her often and then ask her out.
So there came my plan.
-Two weeks later-
The letter came that my outfit was ready. So I get there immediately and picked it up. I put it on and went to get some icecream. And I "acctidentally" dropped my ice cream on the fabric. So I went back to complain. She was stunned but told me to get it off and she will clean it for me, after I left she told me to be careful next time.
After some days I went back because I again "acctidentally" tripped and there was a hole on the pants. She was stunned again and she patched it up.
After theese two "acctidents" happened to be more and after 3 weeks of doing these I became even closer to her and when I felt its time to ask her out I came there again. But this time with out anything on my outfit.
Reader pov:
I send out the letter 30 minutes ago but he was here already. So he just picked it up and before he left he winked at me. And I had butterflies in my tummy and I knew at that moment fell in love.
I was stunned when he came back with the outfit fully soaked in the ice cream. 'How could i get it out?' So i did my best and get the ice cream out of it. "Be careful next time sir!"
2 days later he came back because he tripped. I patched the hole that the pants had. He gave a big smile before he left.
We became closer each time because of these acctidents.
And he came again.
Story tellers pov:
"Hey Y/n!" Said Kankuro witha big cocky slime.
"Hello Kankuro, don't tell me that you had an another acctident." Sighned y/n.
"Nope! Not one this time!"
"Phew! Thats good to hear! But what can i help you with if you haven't came because of an accident? You would like a new outfit?"
"No, I came for you."He blushed while he take out a bouquet of sunflowers behind his back. He leaned closer. "Will you go out with me?"
"Y-yes i would love to!"Y/n said turning red as she put her arms around his neck and kissed his cheeks that now turned even more red.
Bonus: They went out to date for a few times before the become girlfriend-boyfriend. Then 4 years later they got married and had a baby boy thats the copy&paste of Kankuro.
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tired-yashika-core · 2 years
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i was just left standing there with my hands on the back pack as I held a gaze with her for the first time. my heart so motionless yet beating so fast. my hands felt the ice cold as i stared at her brown eyes. It was as if I had met her in my last life and this is where we meet again.
My books and thoughts collapsed together to fall on the ground when her shoulder touched mine as she moved ahead. Just when I was snapped out of this daydream I heard my thoughts and realized that I was late for class.
An evocative scent introduced itself as I saw her in front of me again helping me pile my books up with an innocent apology. She put a strand of her hair behind as an aderaline rush hit me and all I could do was nod sincerely because thirty seconds of falling in love with someone were enough for my insecurities to shatter my vase of hope again.
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columbine-01 · 1 year
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The Tragical Thoughts!
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I do believe something like "someone is out there waiting for you" and more stuff like this. idk it's true or false. Even I am really interested in love kinda dimensions of life. But it's like you can change yourself with whomever you're with or you have to change him/her.
But probably, if I'm gonna get wrong* one, I might will change myself.
*Wrong : I mean, the person's personality that I think/feel toxic, only money/fame attractive, egoistic... And more!
But it sucks!
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lonelyunlucky · 2 years
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I'm so scared to go and forget her.
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lilislegacy · 2 months
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Percy at ease
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Percy calm, but a little on edge
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Percy when mildly angry
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Friendly reminder that Percy jackson - our beloved silly adorable seaweed brain - is absolutely terrifying. When he’s angry, when he’s scared, when he’s on edge - he’s not warm and fuzzy.
No other character gets that reaction from people. Jason (the sweetie) is perceived as calm and in control, nico (our favorite self-outcasted outcast) is perceived as solemn and creepy, reyna (girlboss queen slay) is perceived as confident and assertive, and annabeth (our girl) is perceived as fierce, clever, and formidable. They are all intimidating to an extent.
But not like Percy. No. Becasue even when he’s at ease, he’s described as wild and disobedient. And when he’s not at ease, even if just little bit, he’s perceived as powerful, dangerous, and scary. Someone who NOBODY wants to mess with. Nobody even questions his power. One look from him has literal gangs running the other way. One look from him has Leo so scared that he’s literally shaking, and feeling the same innate fright and alarm that he does when jason summons an ear-piercing, earth-shaking, deadly bolt of lighting.
like… HELLO??? can we all just sit on that for a moment?? good lord
One angry look from percy has people thinking one thing: Run.
Percy is, canonically, the character that people find the most frightening and intimidating.
And unless he’s in a good mood - which you better hope he is - the reality is that most of us would be completely terrified of him if we met him.
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chongoblog · 1 year
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maskenjager · 10 days
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my fiery wife
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montereybayaquarium · 3 months
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We're mauve-struck! 🤩
The mesmerizing mauve stinger is a stunner, literally! Although small in size (its bell can be a few inches in diameter), its long tentacles and the bumps on its bell pack a powerful punch to protect from predators and paralyze prey.
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lazylittledragon · 8 months
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something something more alt dads
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itsaspectrumcomic · 1 month
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It didn't work out
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fandomaddict505 · 3 months
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Wait theres no fucking way its this early
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It has to be later in the case right???
Oh my god no way
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ITS THE FIRST FUCKING THING HE SAYS TO HIM!?!?!?!? WE DONT EVEN KNOW HIS NAME YET!!!!!!!!
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hairmetal666 · 1 year
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Closing shifts at Scoops Ahoy are always boring, but Robin took off early to study and nobody is coming in for ice cream at 8pm on a school night in mid-winter. Steve's alone and has been for the last forty-five minutes, with no end in sight.
He's doing tricks with his scooper, counting how many times he can twist it through his fingers without dropping it (57 so far), when the most beautiful man Steve has ever seen, walks in. He's got long dark hair that falls in perfect curls around his shoulders; wide eyes the same deep brown of fresh, dark coffee; and the most perfect plump mouth.
Steve can't move, his head going fuzzy. His eyes catch on the man's chest--visible through the black mesh tank top he's wearing-- revealing tantalizing swirls of black ink and the glint of silver bars through each nipple. The guy also has on leather pants that cling to the line of his legs like a second skin.
Jesus. Steve just realized he's bi and the physical embodiment of his wet dreams walks into the store like it's nothing. He's going to die.
The man rushes to the counter, his eyes finally falling on Steve, and it's like his feet get caught on each other for a second before he struts forward. His face melts into this heart-stopping smile, bringing out the cutest set of dimples Steve has ever seen. This is it, Steve is done for, time of death, 8:06pm.
"Ahoy, sailor," the man says with a mischievous glint in those dark eyes.
He returns the smile and somewhere, somehow, finds the words to reply, "I think that's my line."
Steve leans towards the counter, but in doing so, drops the scooper hanging from his fingers. The metallic clatter is harsh against the tile, and blood rushes to his cheek. "Whoops," he mumbles. He ducks down to retrieve it, mentally kicking himself for his clumsiness.
The man's smile only grows, and now there's a faint flush across his pale cheeks. And fuck if Steve can't help but smile right back, to let their eye contact linger.
"What can I get you?" He asks. His voice is way too low for regular customer service, and if he flutters his eyelashes too--well, that's between him and the USS Butterscotch.
"I know this is ridiculous. It's late and it's starting to snow," the man says. He leans over the counter. "But I need a strawberry shake to go."
"Strawberry shake, good choice," Steve nods. "Coming right up."
They don't stop looking at each other or smiling as he blends up the drink, and when he hands the cup over, their fingers brush, linger, both their faces staining red.
"How much do I owe you?" he asks.
Steve shakes his head. "On the house."
"You really know how to charm a guy, sailor-boy."
"Maybe I'm hoping to see you again."
"Depends," the man says. His smile widening, his dimples getting somehow deeper.
"On?"
"How good this shake is." He winks.
Steve thinks he might burst into flame before the man can taste the drink, but then the guy glances at his watch and curses. "Sorry, sweetheart, I gotta run. Been a pleasure, sailor."
And with that, he runs from the store, strawberry shake clutched in his long-fingered grasp.
Steve collapses against the counter, burying his face in his hands. He's not ever gonna recover from that.
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Eddie's guitar is in his lap, his melted strawberry shake at his side. He can't get the guy from the ice cream shop out of his head.
Fuck, he had all that perfect hair under that silly little hat; his face dotted with cute little moles and freckles; eyes that flashed from honey to gold to green flecked hazel; and the poutiest, most perfect lips ever had Eddie seen. Not to mention how he looked bent over in those itty bitty shorts. Shit, if he isn't totally done for.
He can't stop smiling.
That is until a guitar pick hits him right in the forehead, dragging his attention back to his surroundings.
"Earth to Eddie," their manager, Chrissy, says. "You go on in ten minutes."
"Don't tell me you didn't get the stupid shake." Gareth shakes his head.
"No, I got it. Not to worry."
"Then what's up with you?" Jeff asks.
Eddie can't help the huge, stupid smile that illuminates his face.
"There was a guy," Eddie sighs.
Chrissy and his bandmates share a look. "Let me guess," Gareth says. "You walked in and he was like 'Oh, Mr. Munson. Let me get you ice cream, let me suck your dick. Oooh, you're so hot. Corroded Coffin is my favorite band.'"
"C'mon, no. I don't even think he knew who I was."
At one point, that would've bothered him. But now, after five years of hooking up with dudes who were only interested in famous Eddie Munson, he likes that the guy from the ice cream parlor seemed totally oblivious. That, when his eyes lit up with interest, it was for genuine attraction and not name recognition.
"Did you get his number?" Chrissy asks.
He slumps. "No."
His friends all groan. Another guitar pick flies at him, getting caught up in his curls.
"Well, you'll go back tomorrow. Now get your head in the game, Munson! You have a sold out stadium to play!"
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"I'm not kidding you, Robs, he was the hottest guy I've ever seen. I didn't even know dudes could be that beautiful."
"Uh-huh," she says.
"You're not even listening." He jabs her in the ribs, making her squeak.
"Sorry, sorry," she bats his hands away. "Describe him again?"
And he does, leaving nothing out. Once he's done, Robin is gaping at him, gum about to fall out of her open mouth.
"What?"
She grabs his wrist, dragging him out of the store.
"Robin, what are you doing? We're supposed to be working!"
She doesn't answer, just hauls him to the record store down the hall.
"Was it this guy?" She asks. She's out of breath.
"What?"
"Steve! Was it him?" She gestures to a new release display and it's Steve's turn for speechlessness.
He's surrounded of images of the man from last night; on magazines, CDs, cassettes, on a couple posters hanging on display. He's with a couple of other guys, they're in a band called Corroded Coffin, but all Steve can see is deep brown eyes and plush lips, the bright dimples.
"Well?" Robin demands.
"Yeah," he nods. "That's him."
"Oh my god!" Robin screams. She grabs his arm and squeezes. "You flirted with Eddie Munson! Steve! You minx!"
"It was nothing," he blushes. "He's probably got someone already, anyway. I mean, look at him."
Robin makes a little face. "There are some rumors, but nothing serious."
"It was a nice dream," he says. He gives her a little smile. "Now, let's get back to work."
She loops her arm through his. "Whatever you say, dingus."
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It's been a long day of slinging ice cream. Maybe Robin's revelation that the cute guy from the night before was an insanely famous rockstar is to blame, but Steve is exhausted.
"Hey, dingus!" Robin calls from the front.
"Yeah?" he mumbles.
"Some guy is here for you. He looks a lot like Eddie Munson."
She's not even finished with her sentence before Steve is vaulting back behind the counter, coming face-to-face with the man of his dreams.
Eddie's gorgeous, his face already flushed a faint pink. And just like the night before, Steve can't help but smile at the man before him, who dimples up immediately in return.
He forgets that Robin is there until she says, "Go get 'em, tiger," and snaps him in the chest with a towel.
With Robin gone, they still don't say anything for a second, both smiling and blushing and staring at each other.
"So, uh, I guess you're wondering why I'm back today."
"That's easy," Steve says. "It was the best strawberry milkshake you ever had."
Eddie laughs with his head back and Steve is stuck staring at the long lines of his throat.
"Well, it was the best, no question. Made me realize I was a fool not to ask for your number."
Somehow Steve's smile grows. He jots his name and number on a Scoops napkin, passing it to Eddie who does the same, before carefully ripping the paper in half.
"We're still on tour for the next three months, but I'll call you when I can?"
"I'm looking forward to it."
"Talk soon, sweetheart," Eddie leans into Steve's space, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Steve still has a hand resting on the spot when Robin re-emerges.
"Oooh, you've got it sooo bad," she sing-songs.
He's so happy, he can't even bother to shush her.
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Corroded Coffin has a new album out. It's a huge hit, number ones across the board, a fixture on MTV. It's full of heavy metal love songs, sales bolstered by the rumors that Eddie's been in a secret relationship for years.
They're at the Grammys, nominated for Best Metal Performance. The band has moved on down the red carpet, but Eddie's still answering questions, their assistant waiting with him. The interviewer asks Eddie, "There's a lot of speculation about your romantic life because of this album. There are rumors that the song 'Sailor Boy' is in reference to how you met your lover. Will you tell fans about the person you're dating, the one who inspired the album?"
"No," Eddie smiles for the camera. "But oh, do I love the way he moans," he sings a lyric of the song in question before giving the interviewer a lascivious wink, and continuing on down the carpet.
Years later, after Eddie and Steve are comfortably out and married and Corroded Coffin has cemented themselves in metal history, the video of that interview will be uploaded to YouTube.
It's obvious, now, the way Eddie and Steve, the "assistant", gravitate towards each other. How Steve flushes a pretty crimson that spreads below the collar of his shirt as Eddie sings. The way Eddie smirks at him with a raised eyebrow. The way his hand cradles the small of Steve's back as they walk away together.
It causes a frenzy online, fans compiling blog posts and videos of moments of Steve and Eddie being totally obvious about being in love before the world knew that they were.
Eventually, Steve posts a photo to the band's webpage. It's of him and Eddie at Scoops Ahoy. He's wearing his uniform, and Eddie is in a faded Metallica t-shirt and ripped jeans. They stand at the counter with their arms around each other, smiling hard, eyes locked. He captions it with, "putting the sailor boy allegations to rest."
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flum3n · 8 months
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the universal experience of beginning 'pride and prejudice' (2005) with the opinion that matthew macfadyen as mr darcy is perfectly tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt you and ending it bewitched, body and soul.
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lonelyunlucky · 2 years
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Come back into my arms, I swear you will not regret it.
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ladyredmoon13 · 8 months
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DCxDP prompt
Twas love at first sight.
After being crowned Ghost King. Danny begins teaching his high council and advisors how to make portals to the human realm in case of emergencies or if they ever need to talk.
Princess Dorathea was having trouble with this particular ability but she thought she was getting the hang of it. Well, she thought she was, anyway. She honestly didn't know what happened but now she was in a dark, dank city that reeked of bad intentions and death.
It was foul, disgusting, and felt all-consuming. She didn't like it. But that all changed when she caught sight of him. From down the alleyway Dora heard loud hissing before a brawl started.
Thinking that a fellow ghost might need help with ghost hunters she ran towards the fray. What she saw when she reached the mouth of the alley was not a ghost fighting back ghost hunters. She should have known, she would have sensed if there was another nearby.
Nevertheless, she was no less captivated by the man that she saw. He was, for the lack of more eloquent words, very large. 9 feet tall and broad in both chest and shoulders. His claws were sharp, his teeth pointed and his entire body was covered in scales.
He was one of the most handsome beings she had ever seen. Not to mention the bravest. Currently taking on many hunters at once and holding them back with such fierce strength.
She had to know just who that magnificent moral was. Dora could not leave till she had at least a name to put to that sculpted face.
-Dora/Killer Croc
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lovelyprimroses · 2 years
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Haruskah dijawab (?)
Pertanyaan "Kenapa gak pacaran?" seharusnya ga usah di jawab karena dalilnya jelas di Al-Quran.
Buatku -yang pernah terjerumus jadi korban virus merah jambu, jujur pacaran tuh adalah momen ketika perasaan gelisah itu jauh lebih besar dari rasa tenangnya.
Aku, kalau dipikir" ga pernah ngerasain perasaan itu sebelumnya, setiap detiknya ngerasa bersalah, takut, and ehen i was not lucku, aku selalu mikir semuanya karena *aku pacaran* (terlepas dari maksiat mana, hamba banyak dosa bisa apa, astaghfirullah)
Aku jadi kepikiran juga, kalo nikah bisa jadi ibadah seumur hidup begitupun sebaliknya dengan pacaran, selama pacaran selama itu pula dosa mengalir ke catatan amal kita, serem ga sih?
Daaaan the worst dari pacaran itu.... exactly, perpisahannya, entah perasaan kita bisa move on (yaa alhamdulillah) nah perasaan mantan kita gimana? dan apakah hati akan tetap sama ketika kita bertemu di masa depan? apakah hati akan tetap baik ketika masing" dari kita menambatkan hatinya pada orang yang dipilih? apalagi kalo pacarannya sama sahabat sendiri.
Dan emang bener, buatku, mungkin ada perasaaan seperti ini juga ketika pacaran dulu, merasa ada yang memperhatikan dan melindungi (padahal nikmat Allah yang Maha Melihat dan Maha Perkasa sudah sangat jelas), yap ngerasa kalo ternyata "oh adalah yang peduliin, kaya punya tempat buat cerita dan emang seasik itu saat itu (padahal semuanya karena hati kita kosong dan lalai aja dari mengingat Allah, padahal kan Asmaul Husna itu udah cukup banget buat kita, kita butuh apa Allah punya, kita kesepian Allah dekat, kita butuh tempat cerita, Allahlah tempat mencurahkan segalanya, Allah bisa semuanya, Allah itu Tuhan kita, kita hamba mbo ya ikutan apa yang Tuhannya suka, ko malah nentuin hal yang suka-suka sendiri cuman berdasarkan akal dan perasaan yang sangat-sangat-sangaaaaat terbatas itu fungsinya)
so jelas ygy jangan pacaran, oke?
orang pacaran emang susah dinasihati, aku alami sendiri, tapi jangan sampe terjerumus dan ngerasainnya sendiri, sakit hati dan nyesel sampai mati loh nanti, hihihihii
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