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𝒔𝒐𝒚 𝒖𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒐 𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒄𝒆 𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍 𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒂, 𝒚 𝒕𝒖 𝒖𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆.

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𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚜,𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚒 𝚊 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚊,𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜.𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜
𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛, 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚝𝚌.

𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚜,𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘 3 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘, 𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜, 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚊, 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊.

𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘, 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘.
𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚗̃𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊.

𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗̃𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚑 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚘, 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚗̃𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚒𝚛, 𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚘.

𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚢 𝚟𝚒 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚘𝚢 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗̃𝚘𝚜....𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊,𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊,𝙼𝙸𝙴𝚁𝙳𝙰.
𝙾𝙻𝚅𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙿𝙾𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝙰, 𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗̃𝚘𝚜, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚢 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗̃𝚘𝚜.
𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗̃𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚗.
𝚎𝚕 𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣 𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗̃𝚘𝚜 .

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