◜ ㅤ֪ ੭ 𝑫𝒐𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒐, 𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒍𝒉𝒂. 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒖𝒎𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒂 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂- 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒐 𝒐𝒍𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂, 𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒔.𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒛 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒐.🏜
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