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𝚅𝚌 𝚎́ 𝚋𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜? 𝚄𝚜𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚘? 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚊̃𝚘, 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚖 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 "𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚘" 𝚊𝚘 𝚙𝚎́ 𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊...

5 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟶, 𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌̧𝚘𝚞... 𝚊𝚙𝚘́𝚜 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚑 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚖 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘, 𝚟𝚊́𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙵𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎̂𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚞𝚖 𝚓𝚘𝚐𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚎𝚕𝚎. 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊́𝚛𝚒𝚘, 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊̃𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎
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