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𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚊̀ 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚎 𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚞 𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊̃𝚘.

- 𝚅𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊. 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚎́ 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚖.

- 𝙱𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚘 𝙰𝚗𝚢.

- 𝙰 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊.

- 𝙴𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎́𝚖 𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂𝚜. - 𝙰𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚘 𝚊̀𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚜 𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙'𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊.

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𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊. 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚎 𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊. 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖.

𝙰𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝙶𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊, 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚕. 𝙾𝚞 𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙.

𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚘́𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚜. 𝙴́ 𝚑𝚘𝚓𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘.

𝙰 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚊́ 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘.

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𝑨𝒏𝒚 𝑮𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒗

- 𝙰𝚗𝚢, 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚘? 𝙴𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚍𝚘.

- 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘, 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚊 𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒. - 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚊̃𝚘𝚜 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚊.

- 𝙾𝚙𝚜, 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛. - 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.

𝙳𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊.

𝙳𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚌̧𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚣𝚎𝚜, 𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚘 𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌̧𝚊 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚊.

𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘.

- 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊, 𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘. 𝙰𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖. - 𝙿𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎́𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖, 𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚊. - 𝚅𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚛, 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂. - 𝙼𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜. - 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚢, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊.

𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌̧𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊.

- 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚘. - 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚒 𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘.

- 𝙾𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘. - 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜.

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