𝙰𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚞́𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗̃𝚒́𝚊 𝚢 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚒́𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘, 𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚊 𝚍𝚘́𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́𝚜 𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚜; 𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚒́, 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚎́ 𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚒. 𝚈 𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚜, 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚊́ 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘́𝚗 𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚘́𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛.
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