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- 𝘢𝘪 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢, '𝘤𝘦̂ 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘪? - 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘢̃ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘢, 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢; 𝘘𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢.

- 𝘶𝘦́, 𝘯𝘢̃𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘦𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘢̃𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘢 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤̧𝘢̃𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦... - 𝘧𝘦𝘻 𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘢
- ...𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦̂ 𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘢́𝘴 𝘯𝘦́? 𝘷𝘢𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘦 𝘦́ 𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘮 𝘰̂𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘢̃ 𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦̂𝘴 𝘯𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘮 - 𝘥𝘪𝘻 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦.

- 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢, 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘤𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘢́! - 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘢̃.

- 𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦̂ 𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘰 𝙢𝙚𝙪 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘦 - 𝘥𝘦𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰 "𝘮𝘦𝘶" 𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘴, 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘶.
- 𝘮𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘦𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘢̃ 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘢, 𝘦𝘶 𝘷𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘳. -

- 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘳? -

- 𝘦́ 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢, 𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘢; 𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘻 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢, 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦̂ 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘦𝘭𝘦 '𝘱𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢̃𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘢, 𝘢𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦̂𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘴 -

- 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘶𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘳? 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢, 𝘦𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢́ 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘢̃ 𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘶𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘳𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦, você acha que pessoas assim frequentam bares? -

- puts, 𝘢𝘪 '𝘤𝘦̂ 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘯𝘦́? 𝘕𝘢̃𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘮 '𝘱𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘦 '𝘱𝘳𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘶𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘦́, 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦̂𝘴 𝘴𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘩𝘰, 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘳, 𝘦́ 𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢 - 𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘴.