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𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚣,
𝙴𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘-𝚕𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚊. 𝙰 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝙸𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚎́ 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒́𝚟𝚎𝚕. 𝙾 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝙶𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚞 𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎̂𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎, 𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘. 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚊́𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚘́𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚊́ 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘́𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛.
𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌̧𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊́𝚌𝚒𝚘, 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚌̧𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘. 𝙴́ 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒́𝚟𝚎𝚕. 𝙰𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚎, 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚜. 𝙾𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚖 𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊́𝚐𝚒𝚘. 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎, 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘́𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎, 𝚎 𝚑𝚊́ 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚒́𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎. 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊́ 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘.
𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚒, 𝚎𝚞 𝚊𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊̃𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜, 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚘𝚜. 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎̂𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞́𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚘, 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚖 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎, 𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝙿𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎. 𝙴́ 𝚞𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚊, 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊.
𝙻𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊, 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚣, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙸𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝚂𝚎𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚘, 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚜 𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝙿𝚎𝚌̧𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚎 𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚗𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙶𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘.
𝙲𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛,
𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕.
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