𝘜𝘯 𝘥í𝘢, 𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘮ó 𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦.
𝘍𝘶𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘰, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘻𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘢.
𝘓𝘢 𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘩í, 𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘢, 𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘤í𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘦.
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𝘠 𝘶𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘢 𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘰, 𝘺 𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘢 𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘰.
𝘠 𝘢𝘴í 𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯ó 𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘺 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘢.
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