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Chapter no.211 Funeral

Buried Alive smiled as he heard the sweet symphony of Austin's screams.
( ~ AHHHHH ~ ! )
( ~ AHHHHH ~ ! )
( ~ AHHHHH ~ ! )
( ~ AHHHHH ~ ! )
( ~ AHHHHH ~ ! )
" How does it feel to know it, to look at the true form of the ruler of the abyss ? Tell me how do you feel looking at the true form of GOD !"
Austin's couldn't speak as he felt everything go silent, his mind felt as if it was being torn apart but just what was that thing he saw ?
The True Form of God ?!
Could that thing be even considered a God ?!
Austin scream echoed through the void before it slowly began to die down as his mind broke into a million pieces.
Buried Alive gazed at Austin who had lost all spark from his eyes.
This is the consequence of your actions, boy.
Buried Alive's ecstatic grin suddenly began to die down as a beam of aura rose out from Austin's chest.
Buried Alive's eyes narrowed at the lunar wing.
The symphony of dreams began to play throughout the void transforming it into a paradise of beauty.
Gaseous clouds of purple, pink, blue and yellow spread out throughout the void.
( A.N : Imagine this )



Buried Alive tried to resist the power of lunar wing but what could man do against a fragment of the Queen of Dreams, Cresselia.
The lunar wing's beautiful aura began to engulf Austin's mind which began to repair.
The damage caused by Austin gaze upon a deity's true form begab to repair as that particular memory was sealed away by the Lunar Wing.
Buried Alive lunged forward to stop this.
How dare you try to help him ?
Buried Alive suddenly stopped as he felt danger against his very being.
Turning around, Buried Alive tried to flee but he couldn't make it far as the surrounding psychic energy tore Buried Alive's being from reality itself.
Austin's eyes opened up for a bit as he saw the beautiful aura of the lunar wing all around him.
Just where am I ?
Austin felt warmth all around him as if he was a baby being cuddled by his mom.
Austin's eyes slowly closed as for the first time since he came to this world.
A sleep without any kind of worry for the future engulfed him.
....
[ Lavender Tower ]
Austin suddenly opened his eyes as he found himself laying flat on the cold hard floor.
There was a putrid smell all around him.
His body was burning up.
Austin tried to get up but sudden sharp pain caused his stop.
Slowly Austin crawled to a tomb stone as he pushed himself up in a sitting position.
( ~ Breath in ~ )
( ~ Breath out ~ )
Austin looked at the lunar wing which seemed to have lost its luster.
Austin closed his eyes as he didn't want to think about that experience.
Even though the memory was gone, he still had a hunch on what happened to him and he didn't want to remember that morbid moment.
Austin's hand brushed against something causing him to open his eyes as he found a white box.
Curiously, Austin picked it up.
The cover opened revealing a row of cigarettes.
Maybe it had fallen from the pocket of one of the members of Team rocket.
Austin thought as accidentally one of the cigarettes fell to the ground lit up.
Austin said," What the ?" as he picked up the lit cigarette.
How did it get lit on its own ?
Austin wondered before looking at the white box that had a blue coil shaped structure on its bottom.
Austin shock his head before placing the box down.
...
Grady and Brady walked into the room as they wanted to give Agatha a few moments to herself.
The curse of the Ainsworth family was gone ?
That Evil being was finally gone without their friend sacrificing her life for that cause.
Brady and Grady suddenly stopped as they gazed upon the Lavender Tower floor, shattered tombstones and rotting corpses of man and pokemon littered the entire floor.
Between all of this Austin was seen by the twin sisters laying against a Tombstone with a cigarette in his mouth.
Austin spat out the cigarette before being reduced to a fit of coughs.
Brady and Grady sweat dropped at the boys actions who picked up the cigarette again.
It was as if he was using the cigarette and the horid taste of nicotine to make himself forget even if for a few seconds of the hell he was in and the hell he had experience.
Austin's gazed meanwhile was fixed in a particular direction.
Brady and Grady walked towards the dazed Austin before smacking the cigarette out of his mouth.
" Your too young to do that."
Austin raised his eyebrow before rolling his eyes which caused Brady and Grady to glare at him.
" Yeah, yeah, yeah."
Austin looked at the elderly twins before asking," Did you get the help ?"
Brady and Grady winced at Austin's tone before Brady nodded caused Austin to sigh out.
" Seems like they missed the party."
Austin words caused the elderly twins' to be pierced with guilt as they looked at his condition.
His hand seemed to be broken, they could see dried up blood sticking to most of his clothes. Small wounds littered his body.
Brady and Grady looked down in shame for putting someone so young in such peril.
Austin sighed before asking," Where are my pokemon ?"
Grady and Brady replied at the same time," They are scouring through lavender town looking for any kind of medicine which we guess is for you. You Scizor broke into a few houses."
" Do I have to pay for any of the things they destroyed ?"
" ..... "
" We don't think so."
" Great." Austin said as he picked up his cigarette which caused Brady and Grady to scowl.
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Wortortle, Pidgeot, Butterfree,Ninjask and Krabby were looking at Clefable with sparks in their eyes.
Clefable silently chuckled in awkwardness from the attention he was getting.
Fearow peeked at Clefable before turning his head away.
Why didn't I get such a welcome when I evolved ?
Oh, who cares, like I need their attention.
Pikachu,Bulbasaur and Charmeleon were looking at their sleeping trainer with worry in their eyes.
" Arhhh " Austin grunted before opening his eyes.
Just where am I ?
This thought was answered by Pikachu, Charmeleon and Bulbasaur tacktling him in a group hug.
" Pika, Pika, Pi !"
" Bulba, Bulbasaur!"
" Char, Char, Char !"
Austin chuckled but there was a hint of disappointment lacing his tone.
" Guys, I am fine but can you get off me ?"
Pikachu and the others sheepishly laughed before get off as Austin gazed upon the lunar wing which had lost its previous shimmer.
To think I would gaze upon Giratina's true form.
Did that mean that the other legendaries also had true forms ?
Austin ignored his thoughts as he rubbed the lunar wing.
I have to thank Cynthia for giving me this. If not then I would have become a brain dead vegetable.
Austin shuddered at the thought as he heard Fearow's caw before looking up as all of his pokemon were charging at him.
" Guys, Guys, GUYS .....
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The ghostly aura around Lavender Town was slowly dissipating as a mega Gengar tore through the zombies that had risen from the graves due to Buried Alive's ghostly energy seeping into the physical world.
Agatha's staff when through the skull of a nidorino zombie struggling to get back up.
At least I can rest easy knowing that monster was gone.
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Austin walked out of the room with Pikachu on his shoulder as he took a deep breath when Marowak appeared infront of him.
Marowak had a melancholic look in her eyes as she handed over a beautiful flower which looking like a cross between a Chrysanthemum and a spider Lily flower to him.
Austin remembered what the teleporter girl had told him when giving him the same flower.
' I am sorry for your loss.'
' It's no problem but why are giving me this flower. '
' These flowers are known as the flowers of death and rebirth. It's a tradition in Kanto to give mourners this flower. There an old saying behind these flowers ; In life, death and rebirth I will be at peace so don't cry over my leave.'
Austin felt tears building up in his eyes as he went on one knee to hug Marowak.
Austin felt that he had no right to say this but the guilt of his actions was weighing very heavily on his shoulders.
" I am sorry. "
Marowak tried to stay strong but tears began to flow out of her eyes as she remembered her son.
Pikachu jumped down from his trainer's shoulders while looking at Marowak and Austin crying while hugging each other as a thought filled his head.
When I left, did mom and sis cry ?
Pikachu's eyes closed at this somber thought.
A few minutes later, Austin whispered something to Marowak that seemed to put a smile on the mother's face.
Time seemed to speed up as Austin along with the help of Marowak and all his Pokemon built two graves.
One of Raticate and One of Cubone.
Cubone's funeral was held first but Marowak had no body to bury so she buried one of her son's favourite toys before breaking down as everyone consoled the grieving mother.
.....
Everyone held onto Raticate's casket as they lowered it into the ground.
Everyone came one by one as they scooped out a hand/ Claw full of dirt before slowly pouring it over Raticate's casket.
The last one to pour the dirt was Austin as who tried to put on a strong front for everyone but that strong front instantly broke into tears that flowed down his reddened eyes.
Each tear landed on Raticate's grave as Pikachu tried to pat Austin's leg.
Everyone stood back while holding their tears.
To some she was an acquaintance.
To some she was a friend.
To some she was a sister.
Austin patted Raticate's grave as he lit up a cigarette while gazing upon her tombstone.
" HERE LIES RATICAE, A FRIEND, A SISTER, A PARTNER. DIED TO SAVE HER FAMILY. YOU WILL BE MISSED."
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๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฎ ๐—๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ด๐—น๐˜†๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—ณ๐—ณ, ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ, ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—น๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜‚๐—บ. ๐—œ๐˜ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ธ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป โ€“ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ป, ๐—ต๐˜†๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ป, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ผ๐˜…๐˜†๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ป โ€“ ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜๐˜† ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ผ๐—น๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฎ ๐— ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฒ๐˜…๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป. ๐—”๐—น๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ, ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜€๐—ผ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ ๐—๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ด๐—น๐˜†๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—ณ๐—ณ ๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—บ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€๐—น๐˜† ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€. ๐—œ๐˜ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜๐˜† ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ป. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐—ฏ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ด๐—น๐˜†๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—ณ๐—ณ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—บ, ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐˜„๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ณ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐˜๐˜† ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ผ๐—ฏ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ด๐—น๐˜†๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—ณ๐—ณ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐—ณ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ผ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜† ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ, ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐—ป-๐—น๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜€ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฟ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ด๐—น๐˜†๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—ณ๐—ณ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜๐˜† ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ณ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ฎ ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ. ๐—ข๐—ฐ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐˜† ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ฎ ๐˜€๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ-๐˜๐˜†๐—ฝ๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฎ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฎ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ป. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜† ๐—ณ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜, ๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—น๐—ผ๐˜„๐—น๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ณ๐˜ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฎ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜€. ๐—ก๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€, ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ฎ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด, ๐—๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ด๐—น๐˜†๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—ณ๐—ณ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฒ๐˜…๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜† ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—น๐˜†๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด-๐˜๐˜†๐—ฝ๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—บ.]

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