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𝙽𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘́𝚛𝚒𝚘, 𝚎𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊́𝚐𝚞𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘. 𝙰 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.
𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚖 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚛... 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚎𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌̧𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜.
𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊́𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚒, 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊.
- 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚕𝚎? - 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚒, 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊.
- 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒. - 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚞, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘-𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚊̀ 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. - 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘. 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚌̧𝚊.
- 𝙴 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛? - 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚣 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚞́𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊.
𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚓𝚘.
- 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎́. 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚎́ 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊, 𝙰𝚗𝚢, 𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚓𝚊 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎́𝚖. 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚊. 𝚂𝚘́ 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎̂ 𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚕𝚎, 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛.
- 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚑, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊. 𝙸𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘.
- 𝙳𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘?
- 𝙾𝚕𝚑𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖! - 𝙰𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚊. - 𝙴𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚊́. 𝙽𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘.
- 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚣 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘. - 𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚜a meu 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘. - 𝙽ão 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖.
- 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊! - 𝙼𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘 - 𝙲𝚊𝚒 𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛.
- 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘! 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚖...
- 𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒. 𝙴́ 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘, 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚎́ 𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚏𝚎 𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚊. 𝚅𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘.
- 𝙴́ 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚓𝚊 𝚗𝚎́? 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚡𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕𝚎.
- 𝚀𝚞𝚎̂? 𝙽𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚗𝚘́𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚜.
- 𝙰𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚒. 𝙴𝚞 𝚟𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚘 𝚓𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂.
- 𝚀𝚞𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙?
- 𝙲𝚘𝚖 𝚘 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚊. 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊! 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚎.
- 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚘 𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘́𝚛𝚒𝚊, 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘. 𝙴𝚞 𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚒́𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚖 𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘. 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚘 𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖 𝚗𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊́𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊.
- 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛?
- 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘. - 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘.
- 𝙴𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚊̃𝚘. - 𝚂𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘́𝚛𝚒𝚘.
- 𝙴𝚞 𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂, 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚊! 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖. 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞.
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