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𝑀𝑖 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑎. 𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒍 𝒖́𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒅𝒂. 𝐿𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑎́𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑜 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑜. 𝑬́𝒍 𝒍𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒆. 𝑬́𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒚𝒐́ 𝒎𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒅𝒐.

𝐸𝑙 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑜́ 𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑢𝑛̃𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑧𝑜𝑠, 𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑒, 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑦 𝑙𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝐹𝑢𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑙𝑖́𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝐸𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑎𝑛𝑔, 𝒉𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑢𝑛 𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑐𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑜́ 𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑜́ 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝐸𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑙 𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑒 𝑒𝑙 𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑖𝑑𝑜. 𝑌 𝑦𝑜, 𝑒𝑙 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑎́𝑛 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑢 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑎 𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑜

. 女の子の一人 . i ⠀⠀ broke ⠀⠀ you ⠀⠀ just ⠀⠀ to ⠀⠀ own ⠀⠀ you ⠀ ⠀⠀... ⠀⠀ i ⠀⠀ just ⠀⠀ wanna ⠀⠀ be ⠀⠀ one ⠀⠀ of ⠀⠀ your ⠀⠀ girls ⠀⠀ tonight⠀⠀ ... ⠀⠀

𝖤𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗦𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗻 "𝗚𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁" 𝗥𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗆𝖺, 𝗎𝗇 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖺́𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺. 𝖲𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌: 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗋𝖾, 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗒 𝗅𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗅𝗈́𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈́𝗇. 𝖭𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗓𝖺, 𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈 𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝗏𝗎𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽. 𝖮 𝖾𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗂𝖺.

𝐸𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑧𝑎 𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑖́𝑎, 𝑒́𝑙 𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑜́ 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑢 𝑙𝑢𝑧 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖́𝑎 𝑠𝑢 𝑢́𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑖́𝑎; 𝑙𝑎 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑜, 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑗𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑜 𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑜́𝑛 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙, 𝒉𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑛𝑖𝑛̃𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑧𝑢́𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑜́ 𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑙.

𝑳𝒆𝒗𝒊 𝑨𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 : 𝐸𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑚𝑎́𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝒉𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑. 𝐷𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑗𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒, 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑎. 𝐸𝑠 𝑢𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑧𝑎 𝑦 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎 𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑜, 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑚𝑎́𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑜. 𝑆𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑜́𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑎, 𝒉𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑜 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑠. 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒓 : 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝐸𝑟𝑒𝑛. 𝑃𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑧𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙; 𝑠𝑢 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑙 𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑎 𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑢́𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑗𝑜 𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑙. 𝐸𝑠 𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑧𝑎 𝑦 𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑, 𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑗𝑜 𝑙𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑢 𝒉

𝑬𝒍 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒚𝒐, 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒕𝒖́ 𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒂; 𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒑𝒐́𝒍𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒐, 𝒕𝒖 𝒍𝒖𝒛 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒂, 𝒚 𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒖 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒅𝒂, 𝒎𝒊 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒐 𝒗𝒆𝒐

𝐷𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑙 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑦𝑜́, 𝑛𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜́ 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑎, 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑒𝑛̃𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑗𝑒. 𝑌 𝑎𝑠𝑖, 𝑒𝑙 𝐶𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑜́ 𝑑𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑠𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑙, 𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎 𝑜𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑐𝑒 𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑐-𝑡𝑎𝑐 𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑜́𝑛 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑏𝑖𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑟

𝑵𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒂 𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒍 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝑯𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐, 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒖𝒏 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐́𝒏 𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆; 𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒂 𝒍𝒖𝒛 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆 𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒖𝒆𝒈𝒐, 𝒆́𝒍 𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒖𝒆𝒈𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒍𝒂 𝒍𝒖𝒛. 𝑬𝒏 𝒆𝒍 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒐 𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒔, 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒊́𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒂 𝒍𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒍 𝑹𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒓: 𝒍𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒛𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆.