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𝙼𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊̀𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚜. 𝚂𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚛, 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚛.

𝙾 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊́𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊̃𝚘 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚊́ 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘.

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𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘. 𝚃𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊.

- 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚑? - 𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚘 𝚟𝚎̂-𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚒. - 𝙾 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒? - 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌̧𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘. - 𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚘? 𝙴 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘?

- 𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚊! - 𝙵𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊́𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚒. - 𝙰𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚊 𝚈𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊. 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.

- 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚞. 𝙾 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒? - 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚊.

- 𝚅𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚊̃ 𝚎́ 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚐𝚊 𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚊̀ 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚎.

- 𝙸𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊? - 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊. - 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. - 𝚁𝚒𝚘 𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚣 𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚏𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚕𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘.

- 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚏𝚊𝚣 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊. 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘.

- 𝙴𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚒! - 𝚁𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚌̧𝚘. - 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎́𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊̃𝚜, 𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚜.

- 𝙴 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚒 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚓𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚞́𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜. - 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜.

- 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚒𝚞́𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙? - 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚘.

- 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚌𝚒𝚞́𝚖𝚎𝚜.

- 𝙰𝚑 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘?

- 𝙴𝚞 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘.

- 𝚂𝚎𝚒!

- 𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊, 𝚗𝚎́? 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚞́𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂.

- 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́?

- 𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘? 𝙴́ 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚘́𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚊.

- 𝙴 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚊̃? 𝙾𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚊?

- 𝙴́ 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚎𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊. 𝚂𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚘́𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜.

- 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚎́?

- 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘. - 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊.

- 𝙰𝚒́ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚋𝚎𝚖, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚎.

- 𝙴𝙱𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰𝙰! - 𝚁𝚒𝚘.

- 𝙿𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊, 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘.

- 𝙴́ 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎̂? 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙴𝚃𝙴?

- 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚊̀𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝙳𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚊.

- 𝙰𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘́. - 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌̧𝚊 𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚜.

- 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊. - 𝚁𝚒𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘.

- 𝙼𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚌̧𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚘.

- 𝙽𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊.

- 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎𝚞 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛. - 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘́𝚌𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚜.

- 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚋𝚎𝚖, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊. - 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊. - 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊.

- 𝙰𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚞. - 𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚘 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚑 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌̧𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘́𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚊́𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚜.

𝙴́ 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚒́𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚒𝚡𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚖 𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣.

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