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𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜. 𝚂𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘.

𝙴𝚗𝚡𝚞𝚐𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌̧𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚘 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚑.

- 𝙰𝚗𝚢? 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘? - 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊 𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛. - 𝙴𝚒, 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊.

𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚛.

- 𝙰𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊. 𝙾 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚞?

- 𝙰 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚛.

- 𝙼𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊́ 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘́𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚟𝚘𝚞. - 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘́𝚛𝚒𝚘. - 𝙰𝚚𝚞𝚒, 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊. - 𝙼𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝚞𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊́𝚐𝚞𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚌̧𝚞́𝚌𝚊𝚛.

- 𝙾𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚊! - 𝙿𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚊 𝚊́𝚐𝚞𝚊 𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊.

- 𝙾 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚟𝚎?

- 𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊. - 𝙼𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚊̀ 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.

- 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖?

- 𝙾 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚞 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚊-𝚏𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊.

- 𝙴𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘! 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘?

- 𝙿𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚎́! 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘. 𝙴𝚞 𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚒́𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚘.

- 𝙴𝚞 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘, 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊́ 𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘.

- 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚑? 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛.

- 𝚃𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚌̧𝚘 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚎̂𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊. 𝙴𝚞 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚕𝚎, 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚓𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘.

- 𝚃𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚖! - 𝙰𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚡𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚌̧𝚊.

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𝙰𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘, 𝚎𝚞 𝚘 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜. 𝚂𝚎𝚞 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊̃𝚘, 𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎̂𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛.

𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚛. 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚊́𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚏𝚊́𝚌𝚒𝚕.

- 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘? - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘-𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚎.

𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚞, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚋𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊̃𝚘.

- 𝙴𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂! - 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞.

- 𝙴𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚒, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚛. 𝙾 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚟𝚒𝚞 𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚊-𝚏𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚞 𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂.

𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖.

- 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚎! 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚒́-𝚕𝚊?

𝙰𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊.

- 𝙴𝚞 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚎, 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘. 𝙽𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊. 𝙴𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊́ 𝚞𝚖 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘́𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖.

- 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝙰𝚗𝚢? - 𝚁𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚣 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚛. - 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘?

𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚎̂𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊.

- 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘, 𝚎𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎́𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚎. 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚜. 𝙼𝚊𝚜, 𝚊𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘, 𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎́𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚖. 𝙰 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚛.

𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚌̧𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜.

- 𝙴𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘.

- 𝙴𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒́𝚌𝚒𝚕, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜.

E o pior é que vai ficar pior.