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𝙼𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕,
𝙴𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘-𝚕𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚊. 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚒𝚛𝚊́ 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚋𝚎̂-𝚕𝚊, 𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊́ 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛. 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝙸𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚛.
𝚃𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚘́𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊. 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚘. 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊́𝚜 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚎 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚣 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊́𝚛𝚒𝚊.
𝙴𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚒 𝚐𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌̧𝚊 𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚎 𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎. 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚞𝚖 𝚖𝚎́𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘. 𝚀𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚣𝚒𝚛 𝚘 𝚗𝚞́𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛. 𝚀𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊 "𝙿𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕".
𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚞. 𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝙶𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍, 𝚞𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘. 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊.
𝚃𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚜 𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙰 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚒𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚎́ 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘. 𝙳𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚊́𝚟𝚎𝚕.
𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚒 𝚎𝚞. 𝙴𝚞 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖, 𝚗𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚜. 𝙴𝚞 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚘. 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚒𝚖.
𝙰𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊́𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛. 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚖, 𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚖 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜. 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜. 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚌̧𝚊.
𝙾 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝙸𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘. 𝙾𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚣𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜. 𝚃𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚌𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚎 𝚘 𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝗮̀𝘀 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊́𝚌𝚒𝚘. 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝙶𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚊́𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒́𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎.
𝙰𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚖, 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝙳𝚎𝚞𝚜. 𝙷𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚙𝚎, 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊. 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚎 𝚎 𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚘. 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚜𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂. 𝙴𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊́ 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚊. 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚘. 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚎 𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚞.
𝙴𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎́𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚘, 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛. 𝙾 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚊𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚊, 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎. 𝙴𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊. 𝙴𝚞 𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘, 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕.
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