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Eʟ ᴄᴏʀᴀᴢóɴ ɴᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴀʙᴀ ᴅᴇ ʟᴀᴛɪʀ ᴀ ɢʀᴀɴ ᴠᴇʟᴏᴄɪᴅᴀᴅ, ʟáɢʀɪᴍᴀs sᴇ ғᴏᴍᴀʙᴀɴ ᴇɴ sᴜs ᴏᴊᴏs ᴍɪᴇɴᴛʀᴀs ᴄᴏʀʀíᴀ ᴇɴ ʙᴜsᴄᴀ ᴅᴇ sᴜ ᴍᴀᴅʀᴇ ᴘᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴅᴏ ᴇʟ ᴘᴜᴇʙʟᴏ. Uɴᴀ sᴏʟᴀ ᴘᴀʟᴀʙʀᴀ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪʙíᴀ ᴛᴏᴅᴀ ʟᴀ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴄɪóɴ:
Dᴇsᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴄɪóɴ.
Tᴏᴅᴏ sᴜ ᴇɴᴛᴏʀɴᴏ ᴇʀᴀ sᴀɴɢʀᴇ, ʟʟᴀɴᴛᴏ, ᴀɴɢᴜsᴛɪᴀ, ᴘᴏʟᴠᴏ...

Dɪsᴛɪɴɢᴜɪó ᴜɴᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀ ᴀ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄɪᴀ, ᴀʟ ᴀᴘʀᴏxɪᴍᴀʀsᴇ ᴀ ᴇsᴛᴀ

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ᴇʀᴀ sᴜ ᴍᴀᴅʀᴇ.

𝐔𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭á𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨 𝐥𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐛í𝐚 𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐨, 𝐝𝐞𝐣á𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐨 𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐮 𝐚𝐛𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧.

_____ ʟʟᴏʀᴀʙᴀ sɪɴ ᴘᴀʀᴀʀ, ᴛᴏᴅᴀ sᴜ ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀ, ᴇsᴛᴀʙᴀ ᴍᴜᴇʀᴛᴀ. Nᴏ ʟᴇ ǫᴜᴇᴅᴀʙᴀ ɴᴀᴅɪᴇ. Lᴀ úɴɪᴄᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀ ǫᴜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴀʙᴀ ᴅᴇ sᴜ ғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀ, ᴇʀᴀ 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦.

Lᴜᴇɢᴏ ᴅᴇ ʟʟᴏʀᴀʀ ʟᴏ "sᴜғɪᴄɪᴇɴᴛᴇ", ʟᴀ ɪʀᴀ, ᴅᴇsᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏ ʏ sᴇᴅ ᴅᴇ sᴀɴɢʀᴇ ᴠᴏʟᴠɪó ᴀ ᴀᴘᴏᴅᴇʀáʀsᴇ ᴅᴇ ʟᴀ ᴍᴜᴄʜᴀᴄʜᴀ.
Sᴜ ʀᴏsᴛʀᴏ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏsᴛʀᴀʙᴀ ɴɪɴɢúɴ ᴛɪᴘᴏ ᴅᴇ ᴇxᴘʀᴇsɪóɴ.
Sᴇ sᴇɴᴛíᴀ ᴠᴀᴄɪᴀ. Lᴏ úɴɪᴄᴏ ǫᴜᴇ ʟʟᴇɴᴀʙᴀ ᴇsᴛᴇ ᴇʀᴀ ʟᴀ ɪʀᴀ ɪɴᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟᴀʙʟᴇ ǫᴜᴇ ᴛᴇɴíᴀ _____ ᴄᴏɴ ᴄɪᴇʀᴛᴏ ᴇsǫᴜᴇʟᴇᴛᴏ.

Sᴜsᴘɪʀó ᴄᴏɴ ʟᴏs ᴏᴊᴏs ᴄᴇʀʀᴀᴅᴏs, sᴜs ᴍᴀɴᴏs ᴇsᴛᴀʙᴀɴ ʟʟᴇɴᴀs ᴅᴇ sᴀɴɢʀᴇ ᴘᴏʀ ʜᴀʙᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴄᴀᴅᴏ ʟᴀ ʜᴇʀɪᴅᴀ ᴅᴇ sᴜ ᴍᴀᴅʀᴇ.
Aʟ ᴀʙʀɪʀ ʟᴏs ᴏᴊᴏs ᴍɪʀó ʜᴀᴄíᴀ ᴛᴏᴅᴀs ᴘᴀʀᴛᴇs, ᴇɴ ʙᴜsᴄᴀ ᴅᴇ ᴀʟɢúɴ ᴀʀᴍᴀ.
Sᴜ ᴍɪʀᴀᴅᴀ sᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛʀó ᴇɴ ʟᴀ ʜᴇʀʀᴇʀíᴀ ᴅᴇʟ ᴘᴜᴇʙʟᴏ.

Eɴᴛʀó ʀᴏᴍᴘɪᴇɴᴅᴏ ʟᴀ ᴘᴜᴇʀᴛᴀ ᴅᴇ ᴜɴᴀ ᴘᴀᴛᴀᴅᴀ. Eʟ ᴇɴᴏᴊᴏ ʟᴇ ᴏᴛᴏʀɢó ᴍᴜᴄʜᴀ ғᴜᴇʀᴢᴀ, ǫᴜᴇ ɴɪ ᴇʟʟᴀ sᴀʙíᴀ ǫᴜᴇ ᴛᴇɴíᴀ.

Bᴜsᴄó ᴘᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴅᴏ ᴇʟ ʟᴜɢᴀʀ. Eɴᴄᴏɴᴛʀó ᴜɴᴀ ᴇsᴘᴀᴅᴀ ᴅᴇɴᴛʀᴏ ᴅᴇ ᴜɴᴀ ᴄᴀᴊᴀ ᴅᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇʀᴀ ᴄᴏɴ ᴇʟ ᴄᴀɴᴅᴀᴅᴏ ʀᴏᴛᴏ.
Lᴀ ᴇsᴘᴀᴅᴀ ɴᴏ ᴇʀᴀ ɢʀᴀɴ ᴄᴏsᴀ; ᴘᴇʀᴏ sᴇʀᴠíᴀ.

Sᴀʟɪó ᴅᴇ ʟᴀ ʜᴇʀʀᴇʀíᴀ ᴄᴏɴ ᴇʟ ᴀʀᴍᴀ ᴇɴ sᴜs ᴍᴀɴᴏs.
Fᴜᴇ ʜᴀsᴛᴀ ᴇʟ áʀʙᴏʟ ᴀ ᴠᴇʟᴏᴄɪᴅᴀᴅ ᴅᴇ ᴜɴ ᴊᴀɢᴜᴀʀ. Sᴇ ᴇɴᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏ ᴀ Dʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴍᴜʏ ʜᴇʀɪᴅᴏ ʏ ᴀ Nɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴜɴᴛᴏ ᴅᴇ ᴀᴛᴀᴄᴀʀʟᴏ ᴄᴏɴ ᴜɴ ᴛᴇɴᴛáᴄᴜʟᴏ.
Dᴇ ᴜɴ sᴇɢᴜɴᴅᴏ ᴀ ᴏᴛʀᴏ, ʟᴀ ᴄʜɪᴄᴀ sᴇ...¿¡Tᴇʟᴇᴛʀᴀsᴘᴏʀᴛó?!
Sɪ, ᴇɴ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛɪᴠᴀ, ᴇsᴏ ʜɪᴢᴏ.
Sᴇ ᴛᴇʟᴇᴛʀᴀsᴘᴏʀᴛó ᴇɴ ғʀᴇɴᴛᴇ ᴅᴇ Dʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴄᴏʀᴛáɴᴅᴏ ᴇʟ ᴛᴇɴᴛáᴄᴜʟᴏ ǫᴜᴇ ɪʙᴀ ᴀ ᴅáñᴀʀʟᴏ.

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