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𝐸𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑈𝑏𝑢𝑦𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑘𝑖, 𝑂 𝑇𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑎, 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟, 𝑐𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖́𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑜, 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑠 𝑣𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑦𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜.
-𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑦𝑎... - 𝐹𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑖𝑥𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑜-
-𝑆𝑒𝑛ℎ𝑜𝑟 𝑇𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑜... 𝑉𝑐 𝑔𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑐̧𝑜? - 𝐴 𝑔𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎 𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑎-
-𝐸𝑢 𝑛𝑛 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑐̧𝑜... 𝐸𝑢 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑧𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜 𝑛𝑎 𝑣𝑑𝑑... 𝐷𝑒 𝑢𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑔𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠- 𝐿𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑎 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑎́𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑎 𝑑𝑜 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒 𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐̧𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑤𝑎- "°💭𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑦𝑎"- 𝑁𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑜 𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑎́𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑠 -
𝐴 𝑔𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑚 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑎 𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎, 𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑖 𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒̂𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑜, 𝑓𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑜𝑞 𝑙ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑒́ 𝑑𝑒𝑖𝑥𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑜 𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑜.
𝐷𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑜 𝑇𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑜 (𝑐𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟 ) 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒́𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑜.
-𝐻𝑢𝑛?... 𝑆𝑒𝑛ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑖... 𝐽𝑎́ 𝑝𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑢 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑧𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜.. -𝑅𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑖𝑥𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑜 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑠-
-𝑀𝑢𝑖... 𝑆𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑢 - 𝑈𝑚𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑧 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑐𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑔𝑎 𝑎𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑏𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟-
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