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qrippon
qrippon :
Where’s the light around your shelve from and clean setup 🔥💯
2024-01-21 10:22:47
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2lazysuh
2lazysuh🥱😹 :
Still got 2 weeks to go 👌
2024-01-21 09:44:38
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tate5290
Tate :
Do you live in Aus
2024-01-21 10:12:33
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usr.danil
Danil :
W
2024-01-21 10:33:16
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satyyboy.01
trotszn :
I got 2 weeks cus I’m in Syd
2024-01-21 14:54:42
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nottz.hzza07
𝐻💫 :
I started on the 8th💀🙏
2024-01-23 07:47:00
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The courtroom fell into a hush when Helen entered. Ninety-one years old. Barely five feet tall. Wearing a hospital gown that swallowed her frame. Her wrists — shackled. Her hands — shaking. To anyone else, she looked like someone’s grandmother — someone who should’ve been resting in a warm living room, not standing under the cold glare of fluorescent lights. Judge Marcus glanced at the file in front of him: Felony theft. Then he looked up at Helen. And something inside him twisted. For sixty-five years, Helen and her husband, George, had lived an unremarkable life — the kind built from small routines and quiet loyalty. Each morning, she set out his heart medication: twelve tiny pills that kept the darkness away. But one missed insurance payment changed everything. At the pharmacy, Helen learned that the medicine — normally $50 — now cost $940. She froze. Then she walked out empty-handed. Back home, she watched George’s condition decline: His breathing thin and ragged. His hand weak in hers. His life slipping away. Three days passed. Three days of helplessness. Three days of watching the man she loved most suffer. So she did the only thing love, fear, and desperation could teach her to do. She went back to the pharmacy. And when the pharmacist turned his back, she slipped the pills into her purse. She didn’t make it two steps before the alarms screamed. The officers came. At the station, Helen’s blood pressure spiked so dangerously that they rushed her to the hospital. And now, here she was — still wearing that gown — standing before the law like a criminal. Her voice trembled. “I never thought I’d see a day like this, Your Honor.” Judge Marcus stared at her for a long moment. Then he said quietly, “Bailiff, remove those chains.” The metallic click echoed through the room like a gunshot. He turned to the prosecutor. “Felony charges? For this?” Helen broke. The tears came all at once. “He couldn’t breathe,” she choked out. “I didn’t know what else to do.” The judge’s voice rose — not in anger, but in something deeper. “This is not a criminal. This is a failure of the system — our system.” He dismissed every charge. On the spot. Then he stood. “Mrs. Miller will not be billed for her hospital stay. Her husband will receive his medication today — not tomorrow. Today.” He ordered social workers and medical teams to their home immediately. Later, reporters cornered him. “What made you decide so quickly, Judge?” He didn’t hesitate. “Justice is not just the letter of the law,” he said. “It’s the ability to recognize humanity.” Then he paused. “That woman didn’t steal pills — she fought for her husband’s life. And love is not a crime.” All rights and credits to the original creator -Reece Ryan. #helenmiller #fyp #fyppppppppppppppppppppppp #fpyシ #helen
The courtroom fell into a hush when Helen entered. Ninety-one years old. Barely five feet tall. Wearing a hospital gown that swallowed her frame. Her wrists — shackled. Her hands — shaking. To anyone else, she looked like someone’s grandmother — someone who should’ve been resting in a warm living room, not standing under the cold glare of fluorescent lights. Judge Marcus glanced at the file in front of him: Felony theft. Then he looked up at Helen. And something inside him twisted. For sixty-five years, Helen and her husband, George, had lived an unremarkable life — the kind built from small routines and quiet loyalty. Each morning, she set out his heart medication: twelve tiny pills that kept the darkness away. But one missed insurance payment changed everything. At the pharmacy, Helen learned that the medicine — normally $50 — now cost $940. She froze. Then she walked out empty-handed. Back home, she watched George’s condition decline: His breathing thin and ragged. His hand weak in hers. His life slipping away. Three days passed. Three days of helplessness. Three days of watching the man she loved most suffer. So she did the only thing love, fear, and desperation could teach her to do. She went back to the pharmacy. And when the pharmacist turned his back, she slipped the pills into her purse. She didn’t make it two steps before the alarms screamed. The officers came. At the station, Helen’s blood pressure spiked so dangerously that they rushed her to the hospital. And now, here she was — still wearing that gown — standing before the law like a criminal. Her voice trembled. “I never thought I’d see a day like this, Your Honor.” Judge Marcus stared at her for a long moment. Then he said quietly, “Bailiff, remove those chains.” The metallic click echoed through the room like a gunshot. He turned to the prosecutor. “Felony charges? For this?” Helen broke. The tears came all at once. “He couldn’t breathe,” she choked out. “I didn’t know what else to do.” The judge’s voice rose — not in anger, but in something deeper. “This is not a criminal. This is a failure of the system — our system.” He dismissed every charge. On the spot. Then he stood. “Mrs. Miller will not be billed for her hospital stay. Her husband will receive his medication today — not tomorrow. Today.” He ordered social workers and medical teams to their home immediately. Later, reporters cornered him. “What made you decide so quickly, Judge?” He didn’t hesitate. “Justice is not just the letter of the law,” he said. “It’s the ability to recognize humanity.” Then he paused. “That woman didn’t steal pills — she fought for her husband’s life. And love is not a crime.” All rights and credits to the original creator -Reece Ryan. #helenmiller #fyp #fyppppppppppppppppppppppp #fpyシ #helen

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