𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆

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𝑱𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒄𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒙 𝒇𝒆́𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒋𝒆 𝒏'𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖 𝒂𝒖 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕.

𝑪'𝒆́𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒋𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒂̀ 𝒑𝒆𝒖 𝒑𝒓𝒆̀𝒔 𝒂̂𝒈𝒆́𝒆 𝒅𝒆 𝟏𝟕 𝒂𝒏𝒔, 𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒖𝒗𝒆𝒖𝒙 𝒅𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒖𝒙 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆́𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒆̀𝒓𝒆, 𝒗𝒆̂𝒕𝒖𝒆 𝒅'𝒖𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒎𝒆̂𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒖𝒙.

𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒔𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒊 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒄 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒊 𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒔'𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊̂𝒏𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒄.

-𝖲'𝖨𝖫 𝖵𝖮𝖴𝖲 𝖯𝖫𝖠𝖨̂𝖳 𝖭𝖤 𝖥𝖠𝖨𝖳𝖤𝖲 𝖯𝖠𝖲 𝖢̧𝖠 !
𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒂 𝒕-𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆, 𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒖𝒙 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒕.

-𝖬𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾̂𝗍𝖾𝗓 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗋.

𝑳𝒖𝒊 𝒅𝒊𝒔-𝒋𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒓.

-𝖵𝖮𝖴𝖲 𝖠𝖵𝖤𝖹 𝖯𝖠𝖲 𝖯𝖤𝖭𝖲𝖤𝖹 𝖠̀ 𝖫𝖠 𝖱𝖤́𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 𝖣𝖤 𝖵𝖮𝖳𝖱𝖤 𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖮𝖴𝖱𝖠𝖦𝖤 ?! 𝖠𝖴𝖷 𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖮𝖭𝖭𝖤𝖲 𝖰𝖴𝖨 𝖵𝖮𝖴𝖲 𝖠𝖨𝖬𝖤𝖭𝖳 𝖤𝖳 𝖵𝖮𝖴𝖲 𝖢𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖲𝖲𝖤𝖭𝖳 ?! 𝖵𝖮𝖴𝖲 𝖭'𝖠𝖵𝖤𝖹 𝖯𝖠𝖲 𝖧𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖤 ?!
𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒕-𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒆́𝒑𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔, 𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒂̀ 𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒒𝒖'𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒎𝒆...

-𝖯𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇 𝖺̀ 𝗆𝗈𝗂.

-𝖲𝖨 ! 𝖯𝖤𝖴𝖳 𝖤̂𝖳𝖱𝖤 𝖰𝖴𝖤 𝖢𝖤𝖲 𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖮𝖭𝖭𝖤𝖲 𝖭𝖤 𝖫𝖤 𝖬𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖳 𝖯𝖠𝖲 !

𝑱𝒆 𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒂̀ 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒊 𝒂𝒊𝒔-𝒋𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒂̀ 𝒎'𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒆 ?

𝑬𝒕 𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒆 𝒅'𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕...

-𝖩𝖾... 𝖩𝖾....

-𝖠𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗓 𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖼.

𝑱𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒆𝒕 𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆̂𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒊.

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