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𝙰 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗:

_¿𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞é 𝚕𝚘 𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘?_

𝙾𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘...¡𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊! ¿𝙲ó𝚖𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚛í𝚊 𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘? 𝙾𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 é𝚕.

𝙾𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗.. 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊, 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘...𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛, 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚋𝚊, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚖á𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚛 é𝚕...

𝙾𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚝ú𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚌í𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚍𝚊ñ𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘, 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚏á𝚌𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚏á𝚌𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚛...

𝙾𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜, 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚖á𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚊 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊ñ𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚒é𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊, 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚊 𝚖á𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘. 𝙲ó𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚖á𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 é𝚕...

𝙾𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚌𝚊, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚊, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚊 é𝚕, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚖á𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚌𝚎 𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖á𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎ñ𝚘𝚛...

𝙾𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜, 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜...𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘, 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘, 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 é𝚕...

𝙾𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚖á𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛í𝚊 𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚘, 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚖á𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 é𝚕 𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙á𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚖ú𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊, 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚣 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚌𝚎 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛...

𝙾𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎...𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗...𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖á𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚊, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚘 ú𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌í𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘, 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚎í𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 é𝚕...

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍í𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊, 𝚕𝚘 𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊, 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍í𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚛:

_𝙾𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎_