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𝚂𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚎, 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎 𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚖.

- 𝚄𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖. - 𝙼𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚘̂𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚘𝚞. - 𝙽𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊, 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚖.

𝙰𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚕, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚣 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚕𝚊, 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚡𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖. 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚖𝚊́ 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚞 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖.

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𝙹𝚊́ 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝟷𝟶 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛. 𝙾 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚌̧𝚊.

𝙰 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘. 𝙰 𝚉𝚘𝚎 𝚎 𝚘 𝙳𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚊 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚊. 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊̃𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.

𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚊́𝚐𝚞𝚊 𝚎 𝚊𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚊̃𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊́. 𝙰𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊, 𝚟𝚒 𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚊́, 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚞́𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊. 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊, 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚣.

- 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚖. - 𝙼𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊.

- 𝙰𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘! - 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚎 𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊.

- 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚎, 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛.

- 𝙾 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚣 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘?

- 𝙴𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛, 𝚊𝚒́ 𝚎𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚊́𝚐𝚞𝚊 𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚒 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒.

- 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒.

𝙷𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚒 𝚊𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊.

- 𝚀𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚞́𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚎́ 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊?

- 𝙴́ 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚞́𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚊́ 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚒́𝚜 𝚎𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚒. 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕.

- 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚎́ 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊? - 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚌̧𝚊. - 𝚀𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕!

𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚖 𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎̂𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊́𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚒 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚕𝚊.

- 𝙰𝚗𝚢? - 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊. - 𝙴𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚘. 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚣.

- 𝚃𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘. 𝙴𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂.

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