O outro lado de Cassie

𝐍𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐨́𝐫𝐢𝐨.

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞;

  𝑀𝑒𝑢 𝐷𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝑒𝑢 𝑡𝑜̂ 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑜𝑠𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑎 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜, 𝑒𝑢 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑢𝑒́𝑚 𝑎̀ 𝑚𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜, 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑢𝑒́𝑚 𝑎̀ 𝑚𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜.. 𝑂 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑎́ 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑖 𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑟? 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑎́ 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒́ 𝑢𝑚 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝒉𝑒𝑟? 𝑃𝑜𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒̂ 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎̄ 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜? 𝐸𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑗𝑎 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝒉𝑒𝑟. 𝑃𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑧𝑎 𝑒́ 𝑢𝑚 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑎. 𝐸𝑢 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑖 𝑑𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎, 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑐𝒉𝑎𝑡𝑎. 𝑁𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑢𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑎𝑐𝒉𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑢.

–𝐌𝐨𝐜̧𝐚? 𝐎 𝐃𝐫. 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚́ 𝐚́ 𝐬𝐮𝐚 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚.

–𝐀𝐡 𝐨-𝐨𝐤, 𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐚. –𝐼𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑚 𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎́𝑝𝑠𝑜, 𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑜?–

  𝑂𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑎̃𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠, 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑎𝑚 𝑚𝑢𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑙𝒉𝑎𝑠. "𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒂." 𝑁𝑎̃𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑟 𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑜 𝑑𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑎 𝑑𝑜 𝐷𝑟. 𝑛𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒, 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑡𝑒́ 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎́𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑖, 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑒́ 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝒉𝑜.

  𝐸𝑟𝑎 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑎 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑒́𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑜́𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑎, 𝑎𝑐𝒉𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑚 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝒉𝑜. 𝐴 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑎 𝑒́ 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑎́𝑠, 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑎́𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑒́ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑚𝑒𝑠. 𝐸 𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑜́𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝑗𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜́𝑟𝑖𝑎, 𝑒 𝑜 𝐷𝑟. 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑎. 𝐴𝑡𝑟𝑎́𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑢𝑚 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝒉𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜, 𝑒́ 𝑢𝑚 𝑣𝑎𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜, 𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑜 𝑒́ 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑜, 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑖𝑠.

–𝐁𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞! –𝐸𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝒉𝑎 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑣𝑜́𝑧 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑜 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑐𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜, 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒, 𝑑𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑣𝑖𝑟, 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑜𝑢𝑣𝑖𝑟 𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟.–