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𝘕𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘛/𝘯.

𝙰𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚢𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎́, 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚊́ 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘́ 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒́𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝙼𝚒́𝚊 𝚗𝚘.

𝚄𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎́𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚢 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚢 𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚕, 𝚢𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚟𝚒 𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚢 𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚎́ 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘, 𝚜𝚒 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚒́𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚘.

𝚃/𝚗: ¡¡𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚙𝚘́𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚊 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊!! -𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊-

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚢: 𝚀𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 -𝙳𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚎́𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗-

𝚈𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘́ 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘́/𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚊 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎.

𝚃/𝚗: 𝚂𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎 -𝙳𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎-

𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚘́ 𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚘́ 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜.

𝘕𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢 𝘰𝘮𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦.

𝙻𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚢𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚃/𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚢 𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊, 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚢 𝙼𝚒́𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚙𝚞́𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎́𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚒́𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜.

𝚄𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎́𝚜 𝚃/𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘/𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘  𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗̃𝚘, 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘.

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