𝙰𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚎 𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚉𝚘𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́𝚟𝚎𝚕, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊. 𝙴𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚑 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚉𝚘𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜.
𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚒 𝚊𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚉𝚘𝚎, 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊́𝚟𝚎𝚕. 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝙳𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚎 𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊̃.
- 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́, 𝙰𝚗𝚢? - 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚘.
- 𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊. 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊́ 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚊. - 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊.
- 𝚀𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚖. - 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚞, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚊𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊.
- 𝚉𝚘𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚍𝚘́𝚒? - 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊̃𝚘 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘.
- 𝚂𝚒𝚖, 𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘. 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛.
- 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞? 𝚃𝚒𝚙𝚘, 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎?
- 𝙴́ 𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘. 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞.
- 𝙽𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊!
𝙰𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚒́𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚖 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚒 𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚊́𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛. 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚞 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚒𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊.
- 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚑! - 𝙴𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚒, 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚘 𝚟𝚎̂-𝚕𝚘 𝚎 𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚒.
- 𝙰𝚗𝚢! - 𝚁𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚒 𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚘 𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚉𝚘𝚎, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚊.
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