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-𝙴𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊, 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍? 𝙻𝚊 𝙻𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊. 𝙽𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒́𝚘. 𝚈 𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊́𝚜, 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚘. 𝙽𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜?

-𝙴𝚎𝚑𝚑, 𝚜𝚒́, 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘́𝚗.

𝙴𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘́ 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒́𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘. 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚣𝚊.

𝙴𝚕 𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘́ 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎́ 𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚢𝚘́ 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗̃𝚘. 𝙰𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚘́ 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚊. 𝙳𝚞𝚡𝚘 𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚚 𝚕𝚘 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚘. 𝚈𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎́𝚕.

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𝙻𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝙻𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚣𝚗𝚘 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚘́ 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊. 𝙽𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝟺 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚘́ 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚛.

⼀¡𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚜, 𝚜𝚒́ 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗!

⼀𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚎' 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚊, ¿𝚚𝚞𝚎́, 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜? ⼀𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚘́ 𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚘́ 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚘 𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚣𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎.

𝙰𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚚 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒́𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊. 𝙻𝚊 𝚖𝚞́𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚢 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘́ 𝚊 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚜. 𝙻𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚘́𝚗. 𝙻𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜, 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚣𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍 𝚚 𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒́𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎́𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎́𝚗; 𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝚈 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊, 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚛, 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚢 𝙼𝚎́𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚘. ¿𝙲𝚘́𝚖𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚌𝚑𝚘́𝚗? 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚣𝚊́𝚜 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚊, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎́𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎.