𝘕𝘰 𝘦́𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴. 𝘌́𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘢, 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘫𝘰́𝘯 𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢 𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘦. 𝘌́𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪́𝘵𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘪́𝘮𝘢𝘹 𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘴. 𝘌́𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘷𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳.
~𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴
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