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𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎́𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚘́ 𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐 𝚊𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒́𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚒, 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒́ 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎́𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚜 (𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜) 𝚢𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚘. 𝙼𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚓𝚒 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚃𝚘𝚖 , 𝚕𝚎 𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚘

𝚃:𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚘́, 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢?

𝙱:𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚘 , 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊... ¿𝙽𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊?

𝙴𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚊, 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘́ 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚘́. 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚊́ 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎

𝙱:𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚞́𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚘, 𝚃𝚘𝚖

𝙴𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘́ 𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚓𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚗̃𝚎𝚌𝚊. 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚛 , 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜, 𝚢𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 ,𝚜𝚒 𝚖𝚎 𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘 , 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜

𝙱:𝚓𝚒𝚓𝚒

𝚁𝚎𝚒́ 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚊

𝚃:¿𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚓𝚒𝚝𝚘?... 𝙼𝚖𝚖?

𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 , 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊́𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚢 𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚎

𝙱:𝚖-𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚜, 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢?... 𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚎, 𝚂𝚑𝚘 𝚜-𝚜𝚒

𝙴𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚘́ 𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚓𝚊𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕

𝙱:𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎, 𝚟𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚝-𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 -𝚑𝚒𝚙- 𝚖-𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚜

𝙴𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘́ 𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊́ 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚊

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