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𝓔𝓾 𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓪 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓷𝓸𝓬̧𝓪̃𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓱𝓪𝓻 𝓮𝓶 𝓭𝓸𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓼 𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓸, 𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮, 𝓜𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓮́ 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓵 𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓮𝓾 𝓷𝓪̃𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓱𝓸 𝓸𝓹𝓬̧𝓪̃𝓸, 𝓸𝓾 𝓮́ 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓻 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓶 𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪 𝓸𝓾 𝓮́ 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓶𝓮 , 𝓬𝓮𝓭𝓮, 𝓯𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓪 𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓶 𝓽𝓮𝓽𝓸 ( 𝓽𝓸̂ 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓪 𝓸𝓹𝓬̧𝓪̃𝓸).𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓪 𝓹𝓸𝓭𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓻 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪? 𝓟𝓸𝓭𝓮, 𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓻𝓲́𝓿𝓮𝓵 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓬̧𝓪 𝓮𝓾 𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓻 𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓪 𝓮. 𝓣𝓪́ 𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝓶 . 𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓲 𝓮𝓶 𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓪 𝓯𝓪𝔃 𝓾𝓷𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓮 𝓽𝓸̂ 𝓭𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓪́, 𝓭𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓷𝓪̃𝓸, 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓪/ 𝓳𝓸𝓰𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓶𝓸 ( 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓪 𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓵 𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓮𝓾 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓻, 𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓮́ 𝓻𝓪𝓻𝓸).
- 𝓽𝓪́ 𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓪?
𝓠𝓾𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓬̧𝓪̃𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓿𝓸𝔃 𝓭𝓪 𝓛𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓶, 𝓮𝓵𝓪 𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓸𝓼 .
- 𝓿𝓸𝓬𝓮̂ 𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪 𝓿𝓪𝓲 𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓭𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓬̧𝓪̃𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓪 𝓛𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓪? 𝓟𝓾𝓽𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓾
𝓢𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓪́ 𝓮 𝓸𝓵𝓱𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓪 𝓮𝓵𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓽𝓪́ 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓶 𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓸𝓽𝓪
- 𝓔𝓾 𝓼𝓮𝓲 , 𝓮́ 𝓶𝓮𝓾 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓸
𝓘𝓭𝓲𝓸𝓽𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓾. 𝓛𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓮́ 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓪 𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓪 , 𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓪 𝓷𝓪̃𝓸, 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓰𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮́𝓭𝓲𝓸, 𝓪 𝓾́𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓮𝓾 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓸 𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮́𝓭𝓲𝓸
𝓓𝓾𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓟𝓲𝔃𝔃𝓪 𝓮́ 𝓫𝓸𝓶 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓼, 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓹𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓮 𝓮́ 𝓭𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓬̧𝓪 ( 𝓹𝓪𝓰𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓪 𝓛𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓷𝓸 𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓸)
- 𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓾 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓯𝓮
- 𝓐𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓸? 𝓢𝓮𝓲 , 𝓼𝓮𝓲 𝓶𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝓶
𝓞 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓯𝓮 𝓭𝓪 𝓛𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓳𝓪́ 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓲, 𝓮́ 𝓾𝓶 𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓭𝓪 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓶𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓶 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓪̀𝓼 𝓿𝓮𝔃𝓮𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓿𝓮̂, 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓶𝓸 𝓮𝓾 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓷𝓪̃𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓸 𝓷𝓪𝓭𝓪, 𝓸̂ 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 .
- 𝓔𝓵𝓮 𝓷𝓪̃𝓸 𝓮́ 𝓾𝓶 𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓸, 𝓮𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓸́ 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝓶 𝓿𝓬 𝓮 𝓿𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓼 𝓵𝓪́, 𝓮𝓵𝓮 𝓷𝓪̃𝓸 𝓮́ 𝓽𝓪̃𝓸 𝓯𝓮𝓲𝓸 𝓿𝓪𝓲, 𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝓻 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
- 𝓝𝓪̃𝓸 𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓭𝓪, 𝓮 𝓮𝓾 𝓳𝓪́ 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓲 𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓪 𝓮𝓵𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓵 𝓿𝓮𝔃𝓮𝓼𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓾 𝓼𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓭𝓪𝓬̧𝓸 𝓮 𝓳𝓪́ 𝓹𝓮𝓰𝓸 𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓸, 𝓽𝓸̂ 𝓬𝓸𝓶 𝓯𝓸𝓶𝓮
- 𝓥𝓸𝓬𝓮̂ 𝓮́ 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓪 𝓮𝓶
- 𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸 𝓪𝓽𝓮́ 𝓼𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓪 𝓮 𝓮𝓵𝓮 𝓮́ 𝓾𝓶 𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓸
𝓔𝓵𝓪 𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓻𝓪 𝓸𝓼 𝓸𝓵𝓱𝓸𝓼 𝓮 𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓽𝓪 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓻 𝓪 𝓹𝓲𝔃𝔃𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓪. 𝓓𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓸 𝓷𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓪 𝓳𝓪́ 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓮𝓾 .
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