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𝚄𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗̃𝚘 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚊𝚌𝚒́𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚊́ 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎́𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚊; 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚘 𝚚 𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚣𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘. 𝚈 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘, 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞́𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚚 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚒́𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘.

𝚂𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘́ 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚎 𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚒́ 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎́𝚕.

𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊, 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚛𝚊́𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝙳𝚞𝚡𝚘, 𝚊𝚜𝚒́ 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚎́𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚣 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒́𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚜.

𝙰𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚒́, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚗̃𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚘𝚛.

𝚂𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚚 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒́𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚍 𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎́, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎́𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘, 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊 𝚚 𝚜𝚒 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒́𝚊 𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚊𝚜𝚒́ 𝚚 𝚜𝚘́𝚕𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚘.

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