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Hopeful optics sparkling in joy, excitement filling the features of the crimsonette as digits furled around the writing material, fist going through the smooth parchment underneath. 

                              Hᴇʟʟᴏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀᴇsᴛ sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ!!   (´⌣`ʃƪ)

                                               T̶ʜ̶ɪ̶s̶ ̶ɪ̶s̶ ̶ʏ̶ᴏ̶ᴜ̶ʀ̶ ̶ᴍ̶ᴏ̶ᴛ̶ʜ̶ᴇ̶ʀ̶

                           I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏᴏɴ! (❁´▽`❁)*✲゚*

 

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Thoughts of excitement stormed the chamber of thoughts of the soon-to-be-mother, herself drowning in words and amusement as she couldn’t help but to think about the future—–the long awaited happy future that had haunted her dreams for a very long time.

Every stroke was filled with glee, every edge of ink splattering the vellum beneath was contained of hope. 

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