𝒀𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈-𝒄𝒉𝒆 --- 𝚘𝚒, 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚛 --- ᴅɪssᴇ ᴇɴᴛʀᴀɴᴅᴏ ɴᴏ ᴀᴛᴇʟɪᴇ̂ ᴅᴇ ᴀʀᴛᴇs ᴅᴏ ᴍɪɴɢ-ʜᴏɴ ᴘᴏɪs ᴇᴜ ᴇsᴛᴀᴠᴀ ʟᴀ́ ᴘɪɴᴛᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴀɪsᴀɢᴇᴍ ϙᴜᴇ ᴠɪɴʜᴀ ᴅᴇ ᴜᴍᴀ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴇ ᴊᴀɴᴇʟᴀ ɴᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴇᴅᴇ, ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴇ ᴍᴇsᴍᴏ ᴠɪᴜ.
--- 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚕, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎̂ 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝙹𝚊𝚎-𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗? --- ʏᴏᴏɴɢ-ᴄʜᴇ ʟᴏɢᴏ ᴀʀʀᴇɢᴀʟᴏᴜ ᴏs ᴏʟʜᴏs.
𝒀𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈-𝒄𝒉𝒆 --- 𝚘 𝙹𝚊𝚎-𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗? --- ᴘᴇʀɢᴜɴᴛᴏᴜ ᴘᴀsᴍᴏ ᴇ ᴇᴜ ᴄᴏɴғɪʀᴍᴇɪ ᴄᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴄᴀʙᴇᴄ̧ᴀ.
--- 𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊, 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚘, 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚖𝚊, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚘 --- ʀᴇᴠɪʀᴇɪ ᴏs ᴏʟʜᴏs.
--- 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚊́ 𝚏𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘, 𝚎𝚞 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚊, 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚞𝚜, 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚘 𝙹𝚊𝚎-𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚊 𝚞́𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊...--- ᴇᴜ ɴᴀ̃ᴏ ɢᴏsᴛᴀᴠᴀ ᴅᴇ ʟᴇᴍʙʀᴀʀ ᴅᴇssᴀs ᴄᴏɪsᴀs.
ᴇɴϙᴜᴀɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀ́ᴠᴀᴍᴏs ᴍᴀʟ sᴀʙɪ́ᴀᴍᴏs ϙᴜᴇ ᴛɪɴʜᴀ ᴜᴍᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀ ᴘᴇssᴏᴀ ᴇsᴄᴜᴛᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴛᴜᴅᴏ ᴀᴛʀᴀ́s ᴅᴀ ᴘᴏʀᴛᴀ, ᴍᴀᴛʜᴇᴏ.
𝒀𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈-𝒄𝒉𝒆 --- 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎? --- sᴇ ᴀᴄᴏɴᴄʜᴇɢᴏᴜ ɴᴏ sᴏғᴀᴢɪɴʜᴏ ϙᴜᴇ ᴛɪɴʜᴀ ᴀʟɪ.
--- 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚕𝚊́, 𝚎𝚞 𝚎 𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎 --- ᴊᴀ́ ᴄᴀɴsᴀᴅᴏ ᴅᴇ ᴇsᴄᴜᴛᴀʀ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀ ᴀᴛʀᴀ́s ᴅᴀ ᴘᴏʀᴛᴀ ᴍᴀᴛʜᴇᴏ ғᴏɪ ᴇᴍʙᴏʀᴀ sᴏ́ sᴀʙᴇɴᴅᴏ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀ́sɪᴄᴏ ᴇ ᴅᴇɪxᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴇᴜ ᴇ ᴍᴇᴜ ɪʀᴍᴀ̃ᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʀsᴀʀᴍᴏs ᴇᴍ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀ.
ʏᴏᴏɴɢ-ᴄʜᴇ ʟᴏɢᴏ sᴏʀʀɪᴜ sᴀʀᴄᴀsᴛɪᴄᴀᴍᴇɴᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴍ ᴍɪɴʜᴀs ᴘᴀʟᴀᴠʀᴀs ᴇ ʀᴇsᴏʟᴠᴇᴜ ᴊᴏɢᴀʀ ᴀs ᴄᴀʀᴛᴀs ɴᴀ ᴍᴇsᴀ.
𝒀𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈-𝒄𝒉𝒆 --- 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚂/𝚗, 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚎𝚞 𝚎 𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚎́ 𝚗𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘, 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘, 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎 --- ғɪϙᴜᴇɪ ɪɴᴅɪɢɴᴀᴅᴀ.
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