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𝚄𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗̃𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚊.
𝙴𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚕 𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚗̃𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚒́𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚌𝚊́𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜. 𝚄𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚣 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘.

𝙳𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒́𝚊 𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊́𝚜, 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒́𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚘.

𝙴𝚗 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎́𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚊́𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚗𝚞𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘.

𝚄𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗̃𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚊. 𝙴𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚕𝚊́𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚑𝚞́𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘́𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚣 𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊́𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚘.

𝙳𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘́𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚣 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚘 𝚢 𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎́𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚛 𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜.

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