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𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚒́𝚛𝚊𝚖, 𝚟𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝙳𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚒𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎. 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊̃𝚘𝚜. 𝚅𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚖 𝚓𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘.
- 𝙾 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘? - 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚓𝚊. - 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘. - 𝚁𝚒𝚘. - 𝚅𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚊́ 𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘. - 𝙿𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚎 𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘.
- 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚟𝚒𝚞 𝚘 𝙳𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚛...𝚊𝚒́. - 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎 𝚊𝚘 𝚟𝚎̂-𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘. - 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘.
- 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖? 𝙴𝚞 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚏𝚒𝚣 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛. - 𝙰 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚊.
- 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘. 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂. - 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒.
- 𝙴 𝚎𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎́𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚒 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊.
- 𝚂𝚒𝚖, 𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚊̃𝚘.
𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚊́ 𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛. 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚒 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚎 𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚒𝚊.
𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚊́ 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘̂𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘. 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊́𝚌𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚊́-𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛.
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𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚊́ 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛. 𝙾 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘 𝚎 𝚊 𝚉𝚘𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚎 𝚘 𝙳𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚊𝚜.
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