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𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘤̧𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴, 𝘦𝘶 𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘴 𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰, 𝘰𝘭𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘰 𝘤𝘦́𝘶 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘰, 𝘢𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳.

𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘢. 16:57 ᴘ.ᴍ
𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹

- 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢, 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦̂ 𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘭𝘦? - 𝘉𝘦𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘻, 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢̃𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘢.

- 𝘦́.. 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮, 𝘧𝘰𝘪 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘯𝘢̃𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘳 - 𝘥𝘪𝘻 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘰, 𝘴𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘢 𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘩𝘢.

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𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘢 𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘢 𝘶𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦;
𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘳𝘰 𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘢́.
𝘢𝘵𝘦́ 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘶 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢, 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘳𝘰 𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢, 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢́ 𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘻 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢?

𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘢́ 𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤̧𝘢̃𝘰 𝘢𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘩𝘰, 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰.
𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘶 𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳, 𝘶𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰, 𝘰 "𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘻" 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳.

"𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢́ 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰?" 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘪𝘹𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭.

- 𝘰𝘪 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰! 𝘛𝘶𝘥𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘮? - 𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘷𝘪𝘶 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘦 𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘻 𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢, 𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘶𝘮 𝘱𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰.

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