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- 𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝙰𝚗𝚢, 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎. 𝙴𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒́𝚌𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂. 𝙾 𝙳𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂. - 𝙾𝚕𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚊. - 𝙳𝚊́ 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘 𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚌̧𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊̃𝚘 𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚊.

- 𝚃𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚖, 𝚎𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚘. - 𝙳𝚘𝚞 𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚘 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚛. - 𝙿𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝙳𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗. - 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖 𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒. - 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊.

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- 𝙴𝚒, 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚖. 𝙾 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚞𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚎? 𝚃𝚎𝚖 𝚟𝚊́𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚊́𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝙽𝚎𝚝𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚡. - 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊̃ 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚎.

- 𝙴𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚘, 𝚏𝚊𝚣 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚎.

- 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚎́ 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊.

- 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚘𝚊𝚑. 𝙼𝚎𝚞 𝙳𝚎𝚞𝚜.

- 𝙴𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚕𝚎. - 𝙾𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕𝚊. - 𝙴𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚘. 𝙴́ 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚊.

- 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚎́ 𝚍𝚘 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕? - 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. - 𝙰 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚞.

- 𝙴́ 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚘 𝚘́𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘. 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛, 𝚗𝚘 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕 𝚎́ 𝚜𝚘́ 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘.

- 𝙽𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘.

- 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘, 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚌̧𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚓𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎́.

- 𝚅𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚊.

- 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚊 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝙰𝚗𝚢, 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚒́ 𝚜𝚊̃𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚜. - 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚒.

- 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚎?

- 𝙿𝚘𝚍𝚎. - 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊.

- 𝙾 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚒́ 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘? - 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖. - 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎-𝚜𝚎 𝚎 𝚟𝚊́ 𝚊𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚊, 𝚋𝚘𝚌𝚘́.

- 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚋𝚎𝚖. 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 - 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊. - 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚊? - 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚡𝚘 𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘.

- 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚊, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚊. - 𝙴́ 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚒́𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚎 𝚃𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖.

𝙾 𝚓𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚘, 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚎, 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊́𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚘, 𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘, 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚗𝚘 𝚓𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚜 𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎̂𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘.

- 𝙿𝚎𝚌̧𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘. - 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊. - 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖.

- 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚖. 𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘, 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚖. - 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒 𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊.

- 𝙾 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘?

- 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚘. 𝙴́ 𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚒́𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚒́𝚜.

- 𝙾 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚘. 𝙾 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚒́?

- 𝙻𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚘́, 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚊. - 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚎. - 𝙿𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚒́! - 𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚘. - 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚕. - 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚊 𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚐𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊 𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚖 𝚟𝚊́𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊 𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊. - 𝙰𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚎́ 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛.

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