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𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊, 𝚎𝚞 𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚊 𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚓𝚊.

𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚌̧𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚘, 𝚘 𝙹𝙹 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘, 𝚘 𝙿𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚎 𝚊 𝙲𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚎 𝚘 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝙱.

— 𝙴́ 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎̂𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚕𝚊́, 𝚟𝚌 𝚝𝚎𝚖 30% 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 — 𝙿𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊

— 𝙳𝚊́ 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚌 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛 — 𝙺𝚒𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊

— 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚓𝚊, 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊 — 𝙹𝙹 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊

𝙴 𝚊𝚙𝚘́𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚒 𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒́𝚟𝚎𝚕.

— 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚎́𝚗𝚜 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝙱 — 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕𝚎

— 𝙴𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚕 𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊 𝚝𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 — 𝙲𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊

— 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 —𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚘

𝚂𝚊𝚒́𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊́𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘́𝚜.

— 𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚢 — 𝙹𝙹 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊

— 𝙹𝙹 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 — 𝚙𝚞𝚡𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝙺𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌̧𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝙱.
𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚞 𝚊 9 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚎 𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚘 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊̃𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚊́ 𝚗𝚘 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒.

𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚘, 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚜.
𝚂𝚘́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚘 𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚞 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚖.

— 𝙴𝚞 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌̧𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜. 𝙰𝚖𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂𝚜 — 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚘

𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚘 𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚊, 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚒́𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚘.

𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚎 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 p𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎.

𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚒 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌̧𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜.

— 𝙰𝚑 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊 — 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊

— 𝙾𝚒 𝚖𝚊̃𝚎 — 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚘

— 𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗.

𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚕𝚎, 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚞́𝚝𝚒𝚕
𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘.
𝚅𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚘, 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚊 𝚎́ 𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊.

𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘 𝚞𝚖 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊́𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚘.
𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌̧𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊.
𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚘 𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 8 𝚎́ 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎.

— 𝙾𝚒 𝚂𝚛. 𝚎 𝚂𝚛𝚊. 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 — 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊

— 𝙾𝚕𝚊́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊, 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 — 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊

𝙳𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊. 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚎́𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚞𝚖 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊́𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘, 𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚌̧𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊̃𝚘.

— 𝙻𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌̧𝚊 — 𝚙𝚎𝚌̧𝚘 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚖

— 𝙷𝚞𝚖, 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 —

— 𝚅𝚊𝚒 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚊 𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛 —

— 𝙴 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛 ? —

— 𝙰𝚏, 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚒 — 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚎

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑, 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜. 𝙼𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊.

— 𝙾𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎́𝚖 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 —

— 𝙾𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚑, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚝𝚊́ ? —

— 𝚃𝚘̂ 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘. 𝙼𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚎 𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚟𝚌 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚓𝚎 𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚘 —

— 𝚃𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚜, 𝚏𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚒́ —

— 𝚄𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂𝚜 𝚎𝚞 𝚝𝚘̂ 𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 —

— 𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚊 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊, 𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚌 — 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚌̧𝚊

— 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚡𝚊̃𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘̂𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝙹𝙹 ? —

— 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘̂𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊 —

— 𝙴́ 𝚜𝚒𝚖, 𝚟𝚌 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝙹𝙹 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚊́,
𝙹𝙹 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊́ —

— 𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚎 𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚋𝚎 —

— 𝙴𝚞 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘, 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎 " 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚛 " —

— 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘, 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚑 —

— 𝙰𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 — 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌̧𝚊 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚛 — 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚞𝚖 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 ? —

— 𝙴 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊, 𝚘 𝚃𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊 ? —

— 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ —

— 𝙽𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ — 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚘

— 𝙾 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚊 —

— 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚝𝚊́ 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚊, 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚑 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎 —

— 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 ? 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚘, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎 𝚞𝚖 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 —

— 𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘, 𝚎𝚞 𝚕𝚊́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊 —

— 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚊 —

— 𝚀𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚊́ 𝚌𝚊𝚌̧𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚗 —

— 𝙰𝚑 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 —

— 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 —

𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚒𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚛 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛.
𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘.

𝙽𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎̂𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚘́𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜.

— 𝙹𝚊́ 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 ? — 𝚂𝚛. 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊

— 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝙿𝚕𝚊́𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚜 — 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚘

— 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚞𝚖 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚊́ 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚛 — 𝚂𝚛. 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚒

— 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘, 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 — 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊

— 𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚘́𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜, 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 — 𝚂𝚛. 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊

— 𝚅𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚎́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖 𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚘́𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜 — 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊

𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎̂𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚎 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚂𝚛𝚊. 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌̧𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚒́𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚊.

𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚣 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘.
𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚘.

𝙻𝚘𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚘́𝚜 𝚘 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚎𝚞 𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚊́, 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚞 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚊́ 𝙳𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚒𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘.

𝙰𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚊, 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌̧𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚌̧𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚎 𝚊 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘.

𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚎́𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘.

— 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚞 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖 ? — 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊

— 𝙴𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚊 — 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚘

— 𝚂𝚒𝚖, 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚣 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚑𝚊 — 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜

— 𝙴 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚒 — 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊

— 𝙴́ 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘, 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 — 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚘

— 𝙰 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎́ 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 — 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊

— 𝙰𝚑 𝚝𝚊́ 𝚋𝚘𝚖, 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘́𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒́𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚊. 𝙰𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊 — 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚘

— 𝚅𝚊𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 — 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚖𝚊̃𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊

𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘,𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘.

𝚂𝚒𝚖 𝚎𝚞 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛, 𝚎́ 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚣𝚊, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚟𝚌 𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚘́𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒́𝚟𝚎𝚕.

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