𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎...𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 "𝑫𝒆𝒃𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒐?" 𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊,𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 "𝑴𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒐" 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛....
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𝙰𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘,𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎...𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚞𝚗...𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚘𝚓𝚘,𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚗̃𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚓𝚘...𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚢 "𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜" 𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜...

"𝑴𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆" 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚛,𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚎,𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜.

𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊,𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚊,𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚡𝚡 𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢,𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊.

𝖰-. 𝖧𝗈𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝖺 𝗒 𝗉𝖺

𝖲-. 𝖧𝗈𝗅𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗃𝗈 ¿𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌?

𝖰-. 𝖡𝗂𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗇,𝗉𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗇

𝖶-. 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗈

𝖰-. 𝖾𝗃𝖾𝗃𝖾

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚡𝚡 𝚢 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚛, 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚊 "𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊" 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊,𝚢𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚞 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜,𝚢𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜...

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘...

𝖰-. ¿𝖸 𝖺𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗀𝗈?...𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗈...𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗏𝗈...

𝙽𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚛,𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗...𝚢 𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊...𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊...

𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘,𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚎,𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊,𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜...𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚣 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊...𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚊...𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗̃𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒...𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘...𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚞𝚣𝚞...

𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚒𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚛,𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚢 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊...𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚘...𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘...𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚌𝚊 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊,𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗̃𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚣𝚞 𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕...

𝖰-. 𝖣𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗅...
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𝖰-. 𝖵𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗅...𝑺𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒆𝒍 𝒒𝒖𝒆...
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