"ʏ ꜱɪ ᴛᴜꜱ ᴍᴀɴᴏꜱ ᴇꜱᴛÁɴ ꜰʀÍᴀꜱ ʏᴏ ᴛᴇ ʟᴀꜱ ᴘᴜᴇᴅᴏ ᴄᴀʟᴇɴᴛᴀʀ ᴀʟ ɪɢᴜᴀʟ Qᴜᴇ ᴛÚ ᴄᴀʟɪᴇɴᴛᴀꜱ ᴍɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴊɪʟʟᴀꜱ" 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘴, 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘢, 𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘴...𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘥, 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘦, 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘭, 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘩 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪ó𝘯, 𝘺𝘢 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘦... ¿𝘱𝘰𝘥𝘳á 𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴? -creditos al autor/autora del dibujoAll Rights Reserved
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