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-𝑇𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒........ -𝑆𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑎? 𝑆𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑎 𝑚𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑦 𝑙𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑖́𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑒𝑛.. 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑖́𝑎𝑁𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑖́𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑒𝐷𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑢𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑙 𝑝𝑜́𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑖 𝑜𝑖́𝑑𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑗𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑠, 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑠𝐴𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑚𝑖 𝑐𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑧𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎, 𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑚𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝐻𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑚𝑖 𝑎𝑏𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛, 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑒𝑙𝑒́𝑐𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑜.. 𝑆𝑢 𝑡𝑜𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑚𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎, ℎ𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑖 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑎-𝑀𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠.. 𝐸𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑎... 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜 𝑦𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑦 𝑒𝑙.. 𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔦 𝔭𝔯𝔬́𝔵𝔦𝔪𝔬 ℜ𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔬....❦…