𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊́𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚡𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚘, 𝚗𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚌̧𝚊. 𝙴 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚒 𝚊 𝚖𝚞́𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚣 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜.
𝙴 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣, 𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚒́ 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚞́𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊... 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎.
𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊, 𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊. 𝙴 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌̧𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚞́𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊.
𝙽𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚞́𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚒 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚊, 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚓𝚎.
- 𝐄𝐮 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐢 𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮́𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐚́ 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐧𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐚... *𝙿𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘*
𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌̧𝚘 𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚌̧𝚘 𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚊̃𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚊. 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚜...
- 𝐍𝐚̃𝐨 𝐞́ 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢́𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨, 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐞 𝐨𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐮́𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚?! *𝙳𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚊, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘*
𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚊, 𝚟𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎. 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚕𝚎... 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚊̃𝚘.
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