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𝚊 𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊, 𝚎𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎̂𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎̂𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚊.
𝐎 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐚.
𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏: 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚜
𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚊,𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚖. 𝙰𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚞 𝚎 𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚣𝚞𝚗𝚊.
𝚒𝚣𝚞𝚗𝚊: 𝚘𝚕𝚊́ 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚒𝚣𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚎 𝚟𝚌 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊? -𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘.
𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊: 𝚘𝚕𝚊́ 𝚒𝚣𝚞𝚗𝚊-𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛. - 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚊́𝚟𝚎𝚕.
𝚒𝚣𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚛. 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘.
𝚒𝚣𝚞𝚗𝚊: 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖 𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊̃𝚘𝚜?
𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊: 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖, 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚞𝚖-𝚍𝚎𝚞 𝚞𝚖 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚖 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚞 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚎́𝚖 𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚣𝚞𝚗𝚊- 𝙼𝚊𝚜...𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎̂ 𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊̃𝚘𝚜?- 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚞-𝚕𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚘.
𝚒𝚣𝚞𝚗𝚊:𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊́ 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚊.
𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊: 𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚟𝚌?
