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𝙾𝚞𝚟𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘. 𝙾𝚕𝚑𝚎𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚎 𝚟𝚒 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚘.

- 𝙰𝚗𝚢, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚊 𝚉𝚘𝚎? - 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚞, 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊̃ 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜.

- 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘. 𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌̧𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚛, 𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚎́𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚘 𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜. - 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊-́𝚕𝚘.

𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒́𝚟𝚒𝚘 𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊̃ 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚣𝚊.

- 𝙾𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊, 𝙰𝚗𝚢.

- 𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂𝚜. - 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕𝚎. - 𝙰𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚘, 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚟𝚎̂-𝚕𝚊.

- 𝚃𝚊́ 𝚋𝚘𝚖. 𝙴𝚞 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘.

- 𝚂𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚛, 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊. - 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌̧𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜.

- 𝙴 𝚊𝚒́? 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́? - 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚘𝚜𝚊.

- 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎́𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚣 𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘. 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚊. - 𝙼𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚐𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚊́.

- 𝚀𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛. - 𝙴𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚘.

- 𝚈𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊, 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚒, 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛.

- 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎.

- 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖?

- 𝙰 𝚉𝚘𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙. 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚊.

- 𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎?

- 𝙰𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖..