¿𝑃𝑜𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟? // [ 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 ] // ⁹¹¹-²²⁴

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⁰⁴/¹²/²⁰²¹

Sᴇɢᴜʀᴏs ǫᴜᴇ ɴᴏ ǫᴜɪᴇʀᴇɴ ǫᴜᴇ ʟᴏs ᴀᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴ̃ᴇ? - 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛 𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑎 𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟.

sᴇɢᴜʀᴏ, ᴛʀᴀɴǫᴜɪʟᴏ, sᴏʟᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴇᴊᴀʀᴀ ᴇɴ ʟᴀ ᴘᴜᴇʀᴛᴀ ᴅᴇ ᴍɪ ᴄᴀsᴀ ʏ sᴇ ɪʀᴀ, sɪ ᴘᴀsᴀ ᴀʟɢᴏ ɴᴏ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴀᴅᴏ ʟʟᴀᴍᴀʀᴇᴍᴏs ᴘᴏʀ ᴀʏᴜᴅᴀ - 𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝑦 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛 𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑠, 𝑐𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜 𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎 𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑖𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑧 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑢 𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑔𝑜 𝑙𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑏𝑜.

ᴛᴇ ʟᴀ ᴘᴀsᴀsᴛᴇ ʙɪᴇɴ ᴇsᴛᴀ ɴᴏᴄʜᴇ, ᴇʜ?, ɢᴀʟᴀɴ - 𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑜, 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎.

ᴅᴇ ǫᴜᴇ ʜᴀʙʟᴀs, sɪ Aʟᴇx sᴏʟᴏ ʜᴀʙʟᴏ ᴄᴏɴ Jᴇғғᴇʀsᴏɴ - 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑎 𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑜𝑟.

ᴘᴜᴇs ᴇsᴏ ɴᴏ ғᴜᴇ ʟᴏ ǫᴜᴇ ᴠɪ, ᴀʟ ᴘʀɪɴᴄɪᴘɪᴏ ᴠɪ ᴄᴏᴍᴏ Aʟᴇx ʜᴀʙʟᴀʙᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɢᴏ ʏ sᴇ ʀᴇɪᴀ - 𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑠.

ᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴅᴀᴅ, sᴇ ᴇsᴛᴀʙᴀ ʀɪᴇɴᴅᴏ ᴘᴏʀ ᴀʟɢᴏ ǫᴜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴏ ᴀɴᴛᴇs ᴅᴇ ǫᴜᴇ ʏᴏ ʟʟᴇɢᴀʀᴀ - 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒, 𝑙𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑜 𝑙𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜, 𝑙𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑚𝑎́𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑎.

ʙɪᴇɴ, ᴍᴇᴊᴏʀ sᴜʙᴇ ʏ ᴅᴇsᴄᴀɴsᴀ ᴜɴ ᴘᴏᴄᴏ, ᴇsᴛᴜᴠɪsᴛᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴀ ʟᴀ ᴛᴀʀᴅᴇ ᴀғᴜᴇʀᴀ ʏ ʏᴀ ᴇs ᴛᴀʀᴅᴇ, ғᴇʟɪᴢ ɴᴏᴄʜᴇ - 𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑜 𝑦 𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑟𝑖𝑜, 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑙𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑗𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒, 𝑠𝑢 𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑔𝑜 𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑠𝑜 𝑦 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑙𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑗𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑎.

ғᴇʟɪᴢ ɴᴏᴄʜᴇ, Hᴇʀᴄ - 𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑜 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑎 𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑖𝑜 𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠.

𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑎 𝑠𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑟, 𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑜 𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑖𝑜 𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑜, 𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑏𝑢𝑗𝑜, 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖 𝑒𝑙 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑏𝑢𝑗𝑜𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑜 𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑎́𝑠, 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑦𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑏𝑢𝑗𝑎𝑟 𝑢𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑐𝑜 𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒.