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`·..·‘ ₊˚ ♡ *˛˚ღ •˚ ˚"𝕭𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌." ~♥~˚ ✰* ★
. ★ *˛ ˚♥* ✰。˚ ˚ღ。* ˛˚ ♥ 。✰˚* ˚ ★ღ - 𝕽𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖙 𝕭𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖑𝖙

　









　

I eat a bowl of cereal every morning and at the start of the week I pour a bowl of cereal the ordinary way. However, unlike most people(probably) I eat my cereal with a fork. Why? You may ask. It’s so I can save my milk because when I’m done eating my cereal I put the milk back in the fridge. Then I take that bowl of milk out again the next day for my cereal and repeat. At the end of the week I finally indulge myself in drinking my bowl of milk all at one. It is a real treat, a real delicacy. It’s like a flashback to all the cereal I ate that week with such a unique tangy robust flavor. The next week I start with a new bowl of milk. Monday’s are the worst because my milk tastes normal and fridays are the best because I’m allowed to drink my wonderful concoction. It’s a different experience every time. Truly magical.

⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⡛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡿⠿⢿⣿⣿⡿⠏⣼⣿⣷⣌⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⢰⣿⣶⣌⣥⣶⣿⣿⡟⠻⢛⢷⣦⡍⠹⠋⡴⣲⡲⡌⢿⣿
⣿⡇⣾⣿⡿⡛⢻⣿⣿⣿⣇⠩⠤⣹⣿⡿⢋⣼⣯⣤⣼⡷⢸⣿
⢛⣣⣿⣿⡌⠀⡁⢸⢿⣦⣻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣡⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⣾⣿
⡖⢹⣿⣿⣿⣶⣾⣿⣿⣷⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢰⣿⣿
⡥⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⢿⣿⣿
⣷⡈⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢠⣿⣿
⣿⣷⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀⣿⣿
⣿⡧⢈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡎⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠨⣿
⣿⡇⣹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢘⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠘
⡟⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣍⣉⣥⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆

Achei a descrição genial.