Wuila_Dsnape
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𝐸𝑙 𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑧𝑎 𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑗𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑢́𝑛 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑜𝑠. 𝐸𝑙 𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑎 3𝐵, 𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑔𝑖𝑜, 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑧𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑑 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑖́𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎. 𝐸́𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑢𝑛 𝑔𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑒́𝑛𝑒𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛̃𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠, 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑠. 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑠, 𝑒𝑛𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑖́𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎, 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠, 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑦 𝑙𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑜́ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒. 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑢𝑛 𝑟𝑖́𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑜, 𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜́ 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑠, 𝑠𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑎́𝑠 𝑢𝑛 𝑒𝑐𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑠.
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