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𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘̂𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚘.

- 𝙾𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘. - 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝙳𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚎 𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘.

- 𝙱𝚘𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚂𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜.

- 𝙱𝚘𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙. - 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊.

- 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚊̃𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚞? - 𝙵𝚊𝚣 𝚌𝚘́𝚌𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝙳𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚒.

- 𝙼𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚖.

- 𝙰𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚓𝚎?

- 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘! 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚘. - 𝙳𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚞.

- 𝚃𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊?

- 𝚂𝚒𝚖, 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎.

- 𝚃𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘, 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊̃𝚘.

𝑵𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝑷𝒐𝒗𝒔

𝙰𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚢. 𝙾 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚊́ 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚊, 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎...

𝑨𝒏𝒚 𝑮𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒗

𝙷𝚘𝚓𝚎 𝚊 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊̃ 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚎 𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚟𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒. 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚊́ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚜.

𝘼𝙡𝙜𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙨...

- 𝙴𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚒́ 𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊. 𝙳𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚊 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚎𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊. - 𝙰𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚎 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚛𝚊̃ 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. - 𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰 - 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.

𝙴𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜, 𝙽𝚘𝚊𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚉𝚘𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚎 𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚎𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚌̧𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.

- 𝚃𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚊̃𝚜, 𝙰𝚗𝚢? - 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊.

- 𝙿𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝚞𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊́𝚐𝚞𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚌̧𝚞́𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕𝚊, 𝚈𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊.

𝙾 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚛𝚊̃ 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜.

- 𝚅𝙾𝙲𝙴̂ 𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙲𝙾?! - 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜. - 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚊, 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚜. 𝙴𝚞 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘. - 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚡𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖 𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝚞𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊́𝚐𝚞𝚊.

- 𝙰𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝙰𝚗𝚢! 𝙱𝚎𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊.

- 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚎. - 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚛.

- 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚊... 𝚎𝚞 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝙴𝚞 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌̧𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚊. 𝙴𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚘, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘. 𝙴𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘.

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