𝙽𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘, 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚊, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚊.
- 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚣 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘... - 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌̧𝚊. - 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚎.
𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚖 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚘, 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙰𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘́𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚖, 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕.
- 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖... - 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘. - 𝙴𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊. 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌̧𝚘! - 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚗𝚘́ 𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊.
𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊𝚖.
- 𝙴𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚞.
𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊̀ 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚊, 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊̃𝚘 𝚕𝚊́ 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜. 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚒 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚞𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚌̧𝚘̃𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚜.
𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘.
𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚣 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘? 𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚞 𝚊 𝚞́𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛?
𝙼𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚒 𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚛. 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖.
"𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚞."
𝙰𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚌̧𝚊, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚞𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚛𝚊̃𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕.
𝙴𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚊. 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚊́𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊. 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚞. 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛.
𝙴 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊, 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚒́𝚍𝚘.
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