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- 𝙴𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚏𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚊. 𝙴́, 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎... - 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎. - 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚎. 𝙾 𝚓𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘, 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚓𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘. 𝙴... 𝙴𝚞 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊. - 𝙳𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊́𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚒́𝚛𝚎𝚖.

𝙴́ 𝚊 𝟷° 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖.

- 𝙾𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘, 𝚟𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚊́. - 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚡𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚘.

𝙾 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊.

- 𝙰 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂. - 𝙵𝚊𝚣 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘. - 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟶, 𝟷𝟻, 𝟹𝟶 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜. 𝙰 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚊. 𝙴𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎́𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒 𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚞 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚊.

- 𝚂𝚎́𝚛𝚒𝚘? - 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.

- 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌̧𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂? - 𝙽𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚌̧𝚊. - 𝙴́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊̃𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚏𝚊́𝚌𝚒𝚕, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒. 𝙴𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊.

- 𝙴𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚊.

- 𝙴𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎́𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚜. 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚌̧𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎? - 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚌̧𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. - 𝙴𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘. 𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒́𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊̃𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘. 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚊. 𝙸𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚖 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚎 𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛. 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛. 𝚅𝚊𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛. - 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚣 𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚛𝚒𝚘.

𝙰𝚝𝚎́ 𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖. 𝙼𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚛.

- 𝙾𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝙰𝚗𝚢. 𝙹𝚊́ 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛.

- 𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚛, 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘. 𝙴𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊̀𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚎́ 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒. 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚓𝚊 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚊́ 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚊. 𝙴𝚞 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚛. - 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒.

- 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣?

- 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘! - 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚞 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎. - 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚊̃ 𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚊.

- 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚋𝚎𝚖. - 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒 𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛.

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