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𝐸𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒

𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑜-𝑎 𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝑜 𝑎𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑎

𝑂𝑙ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑟

𝑉𝑒𝑗𝑜 𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑜

𝑉𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑜𝑙ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑎

𝑉𝑒𝑗𝑜 𝑢𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑟𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑎 𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑛ç𝑎𝑜

𝑆𝑒𝑐𝑜 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑚 𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒

𝑃𝑒𝑔𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑟𝑜

𝑂 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑟𝑜 𝑐𝑢𝑗𝑎 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎

𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑜, 𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑙𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑒, 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎

𝑄𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑎 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑒: "𝑁𝑎𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑖𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑟𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑧 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒"

𝐶𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠𝑎, 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑖 𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑛𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑟𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑎 "𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒"

𝐸𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑜 𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑖 𝑒 𝑛𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑜:

"𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑙𝑜-1 𝑉𝑂𝐶𝐸"

𝐹𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑖 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠𝑎 𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑖 𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑟

𝐴𝑡𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑧 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒ç𝑎𝑟 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑟

"𝑉𝑜𝑐𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑎𝑜?, 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜."

𝐴𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑚𝑎, 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑖 𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑟

"𝑉𝑜𝑐𝑒 𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎, 𝑛𝑎𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑚𝑜ç𝑜𝑒𝑠"

𝑀𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑎𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑚, 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑖 𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑟

"𝑉𝑜𝑐𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑖𝑚𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑠 𝑒 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑙ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑧 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑟"

"𝑉𝑜𝑐𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑒, 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜"

𝐸𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑥𝑒𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑐𝑜 𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑖 𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑠

𝐹𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑖 𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑟𝑜 𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑖 𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒

𝐴𝑡𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑜 𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑜𝑢𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑜

"𝐸𝑢 𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒, 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑜 𝑎 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟, 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜, 𝑛𝑎𝑜 𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟"

𝐹𝑖𝑐𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑜:

𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑚 𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒?

𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑚 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑎ç𝑎𝑜:

"𝐸𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑢 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑒 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑙ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑖, 𝑛𝑎𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑜 𝑙ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑖, 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑎𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑒 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑙ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑢, 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑙ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑜, 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑢 𝑜𝑢𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑠"

𝐸𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑖 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑖 𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜

𝐸𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑜 𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒: 𝐸𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑢 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒, 𝑒𝑢 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑖 𝑙ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑟, 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑒𝑛𝑥𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟, 𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑖 𝑙ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑎𝑟

𝐸𝑢 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎𝑟, 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜, 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑜

"𝑂𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑎𝑟".

𝐸𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑜 𝑛𝑎𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑎, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑜

𝑃𝑜𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑢?

𝑀𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖 𝑎 𝑛𝑎𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑚 𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑚.

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