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𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐬- 𝐹𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑢! 𝐸𝑢 𝑠𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑜! 𝐸𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑢? 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑜!

𝐙𝐨𝐞- 𝐼𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑒́ 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑙, 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑠! 𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑡𝑜! 𝑃𝑜𝑢𝑐𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑎 𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑎 𝑒𝑚 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝐾𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑢! 𝐴𝑙𝑒́𝑚 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑜, 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑒́ 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑚.

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐬- 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑏𝑒 𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎? 𝐴𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐̧𝑜 𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑠!

𝐙𝐨𝐞- 𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑠! 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒! 𝐸𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐̧𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜... 𝑃𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟... 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑎́𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑠!

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐬- 𝑊𝑜, 𝑤𝑜, 𝑤𝑜... 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑗𝑎́ 𝑣𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑠, 𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑒́𝑚 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑠.

𝐙𝐨𝐞- 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑝𝑒, 𝑓𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑖 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑎.

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐬- 𝑃𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜, 𝑣𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑢́𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 " 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑎𝑟 𝐾𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑎".

𝐙𝐨𝐞- 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚!

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𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐚- 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑎́ 𝑢𝑚 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒.

𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐨- 𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑧 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜́𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑜𝑠.

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐚- 𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎́ 𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑎́ 𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒́𝑐𝑖𝑚𝑒.

𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐚- 𝑂 𝑞𝑢𝑒̂...? 𝐷𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎̃𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜? 𝐸𝑠𝑝𝑒́𝑐𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠?

(Os dois chegam.)

𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐚- 𝑍𝑜𝑒! 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑠! 𝑂 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑖?

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐬- 𝑁𝑎̃𝑜 𝑣𝑎𝑖 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟, 𝑚𝑎𝑠... 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑢𝑚 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎 𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒.

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