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- 𝙰𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊. 𝙾 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚞? - 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘.

- 𝙴𝚞... 𝚎𝚞 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚘. 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣
𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚊, 𝚎𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊
𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒́𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘
𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊
𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚎. - 𝙳𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊́𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜
𝚌𝚊𝚒́𝚛𝚎𝚖.

- 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘, 𝚎́ 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚎́ 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂. 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘. - 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚣 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊́𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜. - 𝚃𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘?

- 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌̧𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚒.

- 𝚂𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎
𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚋𝚎𝚖? - 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘. - 𝚅𝚘𝚞
𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘. -
𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞
𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘.

- 𝙾𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝙰𝚗𝚢! - 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚒, 𝚓𝚊́
𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘. - 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚎́ 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚊́ 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘. - 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚛. - 𝙱𝚘𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚢.

- 𝙱𝚘𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘. - 𝙼𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘.

𝑨𝒏𝒚 𝑮𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒗

𝙾 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚖
𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚎𝚖 𝚞𝚖 𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚖𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎.

𝙵𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚒, 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘-𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛, 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛
𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚊̃𝚘
𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊.

𝙽𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚊̃ 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚘
𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚈𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎́ 𝚍𝚊
𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚊̃. 𝙵𝚒𝚣 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚜 𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎́𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚜. 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘
𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚞, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚞𝚖
𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚒́𝚗𝚘.

- 𝙱𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚊, 𝙰𝚗𝚢. - 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎, 𝚎𝚜𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜.

- 𝙱𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚊, 𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘. 𝙳𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚖? -
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚒, 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎
𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚎.

- 𝚂𝚒𝚖, 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚖. 𝙾𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘. - 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚞, 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎
𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌̧𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎́.

- 𝙳𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊! - 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘. - 𝙰𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚞 𝚟𝚘𝚞
𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊̃ 𝚎 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘.

- 𝚃𝚊́ 𝚋𝚘𝚖. - 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘.

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