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𝙴𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝟸𝟷:𝟹𝟶, 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚒 𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚎́ 𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚎 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚊.

- 𝙱𝚘𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚢.

- 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙, 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘.

- 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘. - 𝙳𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚊̃𝚘.

- 𝙰𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚖?

- 𝚂𝚒𝚖. 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚊́𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒. - 𝚁𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜.

- 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚒𝚊?

- 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘. 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚒́. - 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊.

- 𝙴𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚞́𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊.

- 𝙴́ 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚜.

- 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊.

- 𝙴́ 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚞𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚢. - 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚊. - 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘? - 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚌̧𝚊.

𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊́𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙰𝚝𝚎́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚘 𝚌𝚎́𝚞 𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊.

- 𝙴𝚒, 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊. - 𝚁𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚘 𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚘.

𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛.

- 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊.

- 𝚃𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊̃𝚘?

- 𝚄𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚘.

- 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚛, 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘. - 𝙰 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘.

- 𝙾𝚑 𝚋𝚘𝚌𝚊 𝚎𝚒𝚗.

- 𝙴𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚖 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘́𝚛𝚒𝚘, 𝚎𝚞 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛. - 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚊.

- 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚊 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊. - 𝙼𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚘.

- 𝚃𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚖, 𝚎𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚣 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛. - 𝙰𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚘𝚜.

𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚋𝚒 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘.

- 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́? - 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚊.

- 𝚇𝚒𝚒, 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊. 𝚂𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎𝚞 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊́ 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘.

𝙵𝚊𝚌̧𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚡𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊.

𝚂𝚎𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊. 𝙴́ 𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘 𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊. 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊̃𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚌̧𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚓𝚘.

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚊̂𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚊 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.

𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚊́𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚘.

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