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𝙴𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊.

𝙾 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘?

𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚊, 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞? 𝙽ã𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚣 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘.

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚜í𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚖é𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒çã𝚘 𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘?

𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚞, 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚜ó 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘.


— 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜! - 𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚣 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙é𝚌𝚒𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞é𝚖.

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 é 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚛.

𝙻𝚘𝚐𝚘 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚡𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚞 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚛.

𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚒 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚋𝚘 𝚞𝚖 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚑ã𝚘.

— 𝚂𝙴𝙼 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙸𝙽𝙷𝙰𝚂, 𝙴𝚂𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙲𝙴𝚄? - 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚣 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎ç𝚊.

— 𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚍! - 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚣 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚝𝚛á𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚖𝚊 á𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚊ç𝚊. — 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎-𝚊! - 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚎 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎ç𝚊 𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊.

— 𝙾 𝚀𝚄𝙴 𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙶𝙾?! - 𝙳𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚘.

— 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗- 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚣 𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚝é 𝚖𝚒𝚖 - À 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚞? - 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚣 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚜 ó𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚜.

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