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𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚜𝚊𝚒, 𝚊 𝚉𝚘𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌̧𝚊 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚊.
- 𝚉𝚘𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊, 𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚘. 𝚅𝚊𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚛𝚊́𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜. - 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚢, 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚊.
- 𝙿𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎?
- 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊. - 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚘. - 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚎 𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊 𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝙳𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛.
- 𝙴 𝚊 𝚍𝚊 𝚉𝚘𝚎?
- 𝙴𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚛. 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊.
- 𝚃𝚊́ 𝚋𝚘𝚖. - 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚎.
𝑨𝒍𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔...
- 𝚉𝚘𝚎, 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊. - 𝙳𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊.
- 𝚃𝚘̂ 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚢.
- 𝙾𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛! 𝙴𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚒, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. - 𝙾𝚞𝚌̧𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚛. - 𝙳𝚞𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚜, 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜.
- 𝚃𝚊́ 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚖. - 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘.
- 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎́? 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊.
𝚉𝚘𝚎 𝚍𝚊́ 𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚣 𝚞𝚖 𝚎𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌̧𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘.
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