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@diariocambio: 🎒✈️ #Puebla | ¡Aprovecha los días libres! Los alumnos de educación básica en Puebla tendrán un megapuente de cuatro días sin clases, del 13 al 16 de noviembre, por descarga administrativa y la conmemoración de la Revolución Mexicana. ➡️Más información en: diariocambio.com.mx #Puebla #viral #tendencia

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arelilh7
Areli LH :
Que rico!! Amamos los puentes 🥰 y más después de semana de exámenes
2026-11-10 18:14:38
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fany_ruiz7
Fany Ruiz Jimenez :
Y mañana no hay por junta sindical en la escuela de mi hija 😩
2026-11-10 19:07:55
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graciosa3764
graciosa :
si así nunca tienen clases en la fundadores ahora el puente ya mejor que no vallan
2026-11-10 18:26:42
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josue.estubiera
Josue Estubiera :
cómo dice este vídeo.? que son 4 días sin clases..aaaaa entonces también los sábados y domingos ahí clases.. jajajajaja 😂 *no pos q chido*
2026-11-10 19:01:55
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tito08260
TI TO :
ojalá sea viernes sábado domingo y lunes. y no de lunes a jueves...
2026-11-10 18:16:58
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jr7902
jr :
👏👏👏
2026-11-10 17:41:40
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نصیب مو خوار دے مونږ چې کم خواته ګلونه ولوسر له مو کاڼې د ګلونو په بدل راځي#pashtotiktok #afghantiktok #pathanpoetry #sadpashtoshayari #zafaraliasmar @Zafar Ali Asmaar official @amankhang06
نصیب مو خوار دے مونږ چې کم خواته ګلونه ولوسر له مو کاڼې د ګلونو په بدل راځي#pashtotiktok #afghantiktok #pathanpoetry #sadpashtoshayari #zafaraliasmar @Zafar Ali Asmaar official @amankhang06


pov: “i just got late for a little while and you’re already with that dude?” that’s the message you received from heeseung so you couldn’t help but look around the crowd and when you spotted him, he was leaning against the counter. directly staring at you. your smile slowly faded. because somehow, even from across the room, you could tell he wasn’t happy. not that he had any right to be. at least that’s what you kept telling yourself. the two of you weren’t dating. you weren’t exclusive. there was no label. nothing official. which was exactly why you hated situations like this. because heeseung always acted like your boyfriend. he’d get jealous. he’d call when you got home late. he’d remember every little thing about you. he’d show up whenever you needed him. yet whenever the topic of commitment appeared—he disappeared. so when you saw him typing something on his phone, you already knew it was for you. a second later, your phone buzzed. “come here or i’ll take you myself.” you stared at the message. then immediately locked your screen. absolutely not. if he wanted to act jealous, then he could watch. because you were tired. tired of feeling like his girlfriend without actually being one. so instead of listening, you turned back toward the guy you’d been talking to earlier. he was nice enough. and unlike heeseung, he wasn’t sending threatening text messages from across the room. eventually, music started playing louder and the crowd moved toward the dance floor. the guy beside you smiled. “wanna dance?” you glanced toward the counter. heeseung was still watching. good. “sure.” the guy offered his hand. you took it. and just like that, the two of you disappeared into the crowd. for the next several minutes, you tried focusing on anything except the fact that you could practically feel heeseung staring holes through the back of your head. you laughed at the guy’s jokes. you danced. you pretended everything was fine. yet somehow your attention kept drifting back to the same place. back to him. and every time you looked—heeseung was still there. still watching. still looking annoyed. eventually, you looked away first. because seeing him bothered you more than it should. then your phone buzzed again. you ignored it. another vibration. ignored. another. ignored. at this point you already knew it was him. after a while, the guy beside you said something funny and you laughed. but before you could answer—a hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist. firm and warm. your heart immediately knew who it was before your brain did. the guy beside you looked surprised. meanwhile, heeseung didn’t even look at him. instead, he calmly said. “excuse me, my girlfriend is drunk and she doesn’t know what she’s doing.” you immediately froze. your eyes widened. the guy looked confused. “girlfriend?” heeseung simply nodded. then started pulling you away. you didn’t even have time to process what happened before you were already being dragged through the crowd. “heeseung!” he ignored you. “heeseung!” still nothing. only when the music became quieter and the crowd disappeared behind you did he finally stop. you immediately yanked your wrist free “what is wrong with you?!” heeseung looked equally irritated. “what is wrong with me?” “you literally just embarrassed me!” “you were ignoring me.” you laughed in disbelief. “so that’s your excuse?” heeseung ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “you knew exactly what you were doing.” “no, actually, i didn’t.” “yes, you did.” “why do you even care?” the question came out sharper than intended. but it was too late now. the silence that followed felt heavier than all the noise inside the party. because that was the real issue. not the dancing. not the texts. not the jealousy. that. why did he care? because every time he acted possessive, every time he got jealous, every time he looked at you like you were the only person in the room—you hoped. and every time nothing changed—it hurt. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #heeseung #heeseungenhypen #fyp
pov: “i just got late for a little while and you’re already with that dude?” that’s the message you received from heeseung so you couldn’t help but look around the crowd and when you spotted him, he was leaning against the counter. directly staring at you. your smile slowly faded. because somehow, even from across the room, you could tell he wasn’t happy. not that he had any right to be. at least that’s what you kept telling yourself. the two of you weren’t dating. you weren’t exclusive. there was no label. nothing official. which was exactly why you hated situations like this. because heeseung always acted like your boyfriend. he’d get jealous. he’d call when you got home late. he’d remember every little thing about you. he’d show up whenever you needed him. yet whenever the topic of commitment appeared—he disappeared. so when you saw him typing something on his phone, you already knew it was for you. a second later, your phone buzzed. “come here or i’ll take you myself.” you stared at the message. then immediately locked your screen. absolutely not. if he wanted to act jealous, then he could watch. because you were tired. tired of feeling like his girlfriend without actually being one. so instead of listening, you turned back toward the guy you’d been talking to earlier. he was nice enough. and unlike heeseung, he wasn’t sending threatening text messages from across the room. eventually, music started playing louder and the crowd moved toward the dance floor. the guy beside you smiled. “wanna dance?” you glanced toward the counter. heeseung was still watching. good. “sure.” the guy offered his hand. you took it. and just like that, the two of you disappeared into the crowd. for the next several minutes, you tried focusing on anything except the fact that you could practically feel heeseung staring holes through the back of your head. you laughed at the guy’s jokes. you danced. you pretended everything was fine. yet somehow your attention kept drifting back to the same place. back to him. and every time you looked—heeseung was still there. still watching. still looking annoyed. eventually, you looked away first. because seeing him bothered you more than it should. then your phone buzzed again. you ignored it. another vibration. ignored. another. ignored. at this point you already knew it was him. after a while, the guy beside you said something funny and you laughed. but before you could answer—a hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist. firm and warm. your heart immediately knew who it was before your brain did. the guy beside you looked surprised. meanwhile, heeseung didn’t even look at him. instead, he calmly said. “excuse me, my girlfriend is drunk and she doesn’t know what she’s doing.” you immediately froze. your eyes widened. the guy looked confused. “girlfriend?” heeseung simply nodded. then started pulling you away. you didn’t even have time to process what happened before you were already being dragged through the crowd. “heeseung!” he ignored you. “heeseung!” still nothing. only when the music became quieter and the crowd disappeared behind you did he finally stop. you immediately yanked your wrist free “what is wrong with you?!” heeseung looked equally irritated. “what is wrong with me?” “you literally just embarrassed me!” “you were ignoring me.” you laughed in disbelief. “so that’s your excuse?” heeseung ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “you knew exactly what you were doing.” “no, actually, i didn’t.” “yes, you did.” “why do you even care?” the question came out sharper than intended. but it was too late now. the silence that followed felt heavier than all the noise inside the party. because that was the real issue. not the dancing. not the texts. not the jealousy. that. why did he care? because every time he acted possessive, every time he got jealous, every time he looked at you like you were the only person in the room—you hoped. and every time nothing changed—it hurt. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #heeseung #heeseungenhypen #fyp
كلما قدّمت الصلاة… قدّم الله أمنياتك Whenever you put prayer first, Allah brings your wishes forward. ﴿وَمَنۡ أَعۡرَضَ عَن ذِكۡرِي فَإِنَّ لَهُۥ مَعِيشَةٗ ضَنكٗا﴾ [طه: ١٢٤] شاركها مع من تحب… لعلّها أوبة. #أوبة #الصلاة #تذكير #Salah #Reminder
كلما قدّمت الصلاة… قدّم الله أمنياتك Whenever you put prayer first, Allah brings your wishes forward. ﴿وَمَنۡ أَعۡرَضَ عَن ذِكۡرِي فَإِنَّ لَهُۥ مَعِيشَةٗ ضَنكٗا﴾ [طه: ١٢٤] شاركها مع من تحب… لعلّها أوبة. #أوبة #الصلاة #تذكير #Salah #Reminder
She says go home….. I go home! #foryou #fyppppppppppppppppppppppp #fyp #toxica
She says go home….. I go home! #foryou #fyppppppppppppppppppppppp #fyp #toxica

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