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𝙰𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚘 𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚖𝚘̃𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝙴𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣, 𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜. 𝙽𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎, 𝚎𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚛.
𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚒 𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚎𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚊𝚜 𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚒, 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚢. 𝙲𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚞 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛. 𝙸𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛. 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚖.
𝙰𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊́, 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎. 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚎́𝚖, 𝚏𝚞𝚒 𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘.
𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘.
𝙼𝚎𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞.
𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚒, 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚎́, 𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘. 𝙿𝚛𝚘́𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜. 𝙿𝚛𝚘́𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜.
𝙾 𝚜𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚏𝚘𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚊.
𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚒.
𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚒 𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘. 𝙾𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜, 𝚎𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚊. 𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚋 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚎́𝚜.
𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚞.
𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚎. 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘. 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚞... 𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚒, 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎.
𝙼𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛, 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚖. 𝚃𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚣.
𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚌̧𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚜, 𝚎𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘.
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