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++𝙴𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊 𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚘́ 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘, 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚊. 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚖𝚎́𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚜, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚘́𝚕𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟ɪ́𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘́𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚘́𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚘.
𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝ɪ́𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘́𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚛, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊́𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗, 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊́𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚘, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜ɪ́𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌ɪ́𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚘.
𝚂𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚘 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎́𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜ɪ́, 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊. 𝚂𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚛ɪ́𝚊. 𝚂𝚎𝚐𝚞́𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚖𝚘, 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛ɪ́𝚊 𝚏𝚊́𝚌𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛, 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊.
— 𝙱𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚒𝚛 𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕… ¿𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊?
𝙳𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚣 𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘. 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊.++
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++𝙴𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊 𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚘́ 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘, 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚊. 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚖𝚎́𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚜, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚘́𝚕𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟ɪ́𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘́𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚘́𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚘.
𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝ɪ́𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘́𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚛, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊́𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗, 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊́𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚘, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜ɪ́𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌ɪ́𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚘.
𝚂𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚘 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎́𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜ɪ́, 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊. 𝚂𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚛ɪ́𝚊. 𝚂𝚎𝚐𝚞́𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚖𝚘, 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛ɪ́𝚊 𝚏𝚊́𝚌𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛, 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊.
— 𝙱𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚒𝚛 𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕… ¿𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊?
𝙳𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚣 𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘. 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊.++