Lara31254

~𝖠𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗀𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗈 - 𝖾 𝖾𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾 - 𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈, 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖾 𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗏𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗎𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗈 𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅. 𝖳𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈, 𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗀𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈-𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺̃𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗆, 𝗍𝖺̃𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗅𝖺̂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖺. 𝖬𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖾𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗂, 𝖺𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺? 𝖬𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗎 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗂 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺, 𝗌𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝖼̧𝗈 𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖺ta. ~𝗢𝘂𝗰̧𝗮 𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗼~…