(𝙇𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙨 𝙙𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥í𝙩𝙪𝙡𝙤 𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙡 𝙥𝙧ó𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙤)

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𝚂𝚒, 𝚜𝚘𝚢. 𝙰𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚛í𝚊.¿𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞é? 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘. 𝚂𝚘𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌í𝚊. 𝚈 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊ñ𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘. 𝙽𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜,𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚊. 𝙴𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒, 𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚘. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 ¡𝚑𝚎𝚢! 𝚢𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘, 𝚗𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 "𝚏𝚛á𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜" 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 é𝚕. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘, 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊ñí𝚊. 𝙰𝚍𝚎𝚖á𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚘.

-𝙼𝚊𝚖á 𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘- 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚢 𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒ó 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚊ñ𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚘. 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚘. - 𝙰𝚕𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚣𝚘. 𝙳𝚒𝚌𝚎 "𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊. 𝙳𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛í𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚖á𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐í𝚊"- 𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚣, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎.

-𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎ñ𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜, 𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛í𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎.

-𝙻𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚢𝚘. 𝚃𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚘. 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎.

-¿𝚚𝚞𝚎? ¿𝙲𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚘? -𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘.

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊ñ𝚘𝚜, 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎ñ𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘. 𝙰𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒. 𝙰𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚘. 𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚣 𝚊ñ𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞é𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚗𝚒ñ𝚘.

-¿𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘? 𝙹𝚊! 𝙴𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛í𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒- 𝚊𝚑í 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚘, 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊.

-¿𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞é? ¿ 𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚝ú?

𝙷𝚒𝚣𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖á𝚗, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚎𝚕 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚐í𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜. 𝚁á𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎, 𝚢 𝚕𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎, 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎, 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒ó.

- 𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚜 ; 𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 5 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊.

-𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘. 𝙿𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜. -𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘. 𝙰 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍.

-𝙱𝚒𝚎𝚗. 𝚂𝚒 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊𝚗, 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚘. -𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑ó.

-𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 ¡𝚑𝚎𝚢! 𝙴𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚏é 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗í𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚘, 𝚊𝚜í 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊.

-𝚂𝚒 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗. 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚏é. 𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊, 𝚟á𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚜. -𝙳𝚒𝚓𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘. 𝙱𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘, 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛í𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚘.

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𝙽𝚊𝚍𝚊... 𝙽𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝚈 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘, 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚘. 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚝é 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚜. 𝙰𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜.

-𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚊, 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚣𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊- 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗, 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘.

-𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞é? 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕í?

-𝙽𝚘. 𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕á 𝚎𝚜𝚝á 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚛á𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚏é.

-𝙽𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚘.

𝙰𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚍í𝚊. 𝙰𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗 𝚢 𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚘, 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚚𝚞í 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘. 𝙿𝚊𝚛é 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚢é 𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊. 𝚄𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚘, 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛í𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝á𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘. 𝙰𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛í𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘.

-𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚊 14, ¿𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊?

-𝙵𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘- 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘.

-𝚂𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 5, 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝚄𝚗 𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚌á𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚘, 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 25 𝚢 30 𝚊ñ𝚘𝚜, 𝚎𝚜𝚝á 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕.

-𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘. 𝙽𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕á. 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚘 𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊. -𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚐𝚞é 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚛é 𝚊 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗- 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘.

-𝙹𝚘𝚕í𝚗! 𝙰𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚏é- 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎

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𝙰𝚕 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚘, 𝚗𝚘𝚝é 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎. 𝚀𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚘, 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒ó𝚗. 𝙱𝚊𝚓é 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕.

-𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌í𝚊 -𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚎 𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛é 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚊 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌í𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕í-𝙰𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚛í𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊?

-𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝á 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚘, 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍. -𝙼𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌í𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕.

-𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚎..-𝚝𝚘𝚖é 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍í- 𝙰𝚚𝚞í 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝ó 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘.

-𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊. -𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒ó 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚣 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘. 𝚅𝚘𝚕𝚟í 𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚊 𝚢 𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚎 𝚊 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛á 𝚊𝚚𝚞í. 𝙱𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘, 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚒, 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚛.

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𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗é 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚊, 𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘. 𝙰 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝í 𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚍í𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚕𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍í𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝙽𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚜𝚎ñ𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐ú𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘. 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚣á𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑ó 𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊. 𝚂𝚒, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚣á𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚘. 𝙿𝚎𝚗𝚜é 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚙𝚊𝚜ó 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖í. 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗é 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛í 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 é𝚕, 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚒 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚘. 𝙴𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣, 𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚝é 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊.

-¡𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊, 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚎!

𝙰𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎, 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚘 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛ó 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙰𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝é 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗 é𝚕. 𝚃𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚣á𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊. 𝙰𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖ó 𝚖𝚒 𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒ó𝚗... ¿𝚄𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘? 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛í𝚊 𝚞𝚗....? 𝙴𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗. 𝙴𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘...𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚕ó𝚗. 𝙼𝚒𝚛é 𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚖í𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚢 𝚟𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚕í𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙰𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌í 𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌í𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘. 𝙶𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊. *

-𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝á 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘... - 𝙷𝚊𝚋𝚕é 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚣𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚣. 𝙽𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛í𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚘- 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘.

𝙴𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚒ó 𝚖𝚒𝚛á𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚢 𝚢𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚒 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊. 𝙻𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚎í𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗.

-𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘...

-𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘.... -𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚎ó, 𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚝ó 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘.

𝙴𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚌ó 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚘, 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚣ó 𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚖í. 𝙳𝚎𝚋í𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘*

-𝚓𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛!... 𝙴𝚑! 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚑í!- 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝é 𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚣ó 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚛. 𝙿𝚘𝚍í𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚖á𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚛í𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚛. 𝙽𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚖á𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚘, 𝚊𝚜í 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚣é 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍í𝚊 𝚖í 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘.

-𝚊𝚚𝚞í 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙴𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚊. 𝚂𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎.

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𝙼𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊. 𝙴𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚖á𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜é. 𝙴𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍í 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚝𝚘. 𝙰𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊, 𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛, 𝚜𝚒 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚛í𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚕. 𝙼𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛é 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚘. 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚒ó𝚗, 𝚍𝚎𝚋í 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚊𝚜. 𝚈 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊¿𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎-

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¿𝙰𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘? 𝚈 ¿𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚓𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘? 𝙼𝚒𝚛é 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚢 𝚟𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚖𝚊..

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𝙿𝚎𝚗𝚜é 𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛é 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚣ó 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚖í 𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝ó 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘. 𝙷𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚜í 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚛í, 𝚟𝚒 𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚖í.... 𝙼𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚘

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𝙑𝙚𝙣í𝙖 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙧 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙢á𝙨 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥í𝙩𝙪𝙡𝙤, 𝙚𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙧á 𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞é𝙣 𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖, 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙙𝙚 𝙚𝙡 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙡 𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙖, 𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙧á 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙨 𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙤. 𝘼 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙤𝙧í𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙧á𝙣 𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙨 𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖 . 𝙀𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙤 𝙮 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙡𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙤 𝙮𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙩é 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙤<3