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𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚐, 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗-𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒-𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚢, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝, 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚍. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜.
𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏: “𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝?“
𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚛, 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍:
”𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚍? 𝚆𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝?“
𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊:
”𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙻𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢.“
𝚄𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊'𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙. 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.
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𝙴𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚎́𝚕, 𝚞𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚘. 𝙰 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚘, 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎. 𝚂𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒́𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘́𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊.
𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚒́ 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘: —𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊. 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚒 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊. ¿𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎́ 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘?
𝚂𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚘𝚣 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊:
—¿𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎́ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊́ 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊? 𝙻𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗̃𝚘. ¿𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚊́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊?
𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎́𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚜, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊:
—𝚃𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍. 𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣.
𝙰𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚘. 𝙻𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘́ 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚘́ 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚘. 𝙻𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘́ 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘́. 𝚂𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒́𝚊 𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚒́𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗̃𝚘 𝚢 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗.
𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚘́ 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍, 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗̃𝚘.
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𝙴𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚎́𝚕, 𝚞𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚘. 𝙰 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚘, 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎. 𝚂𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒́𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘́𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊.
𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚒́ 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘: —𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊. 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚒 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊. ¿𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎́ 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘?
𝚂𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚘𝚣 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊:
—¿𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎́ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊́ 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊? 𝙻𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗̃𝚘. ¿𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚊́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊?
𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎́𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚜, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊:
—𝚃𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍. 𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣.
𝙰𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚘. 𝙻𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘́ 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚘́ 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚘. 𝙻𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘́ 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘́. 𝚂𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒́𝚊 𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚒́𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗̃𝚘 𝚢 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗.
𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚘́ 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍, 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗̃𝚘.
𝙴𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚎́𝚕, 𝚞𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚘. 𝙰 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚘, 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎. 𝚂𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒́𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘́𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊.
𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚒́ 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘: —𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊. 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚒 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊. ¿𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎́ 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘?
𝚂𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚘𝚣 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊:
—¿𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎́ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊́ 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊? 𝙻𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗̃𝚘. ¿𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚊́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊?
𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎́𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚜, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊:
—𝚃𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍. 𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣.
𝙰𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚘. 𝙻𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘́ 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚘́ 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚘. 𝙻𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘́ 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘́. 𝚂𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒́𝚊 𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚒́𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗̃𝚘 𝚢 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗.
𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚘́ 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍, 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗̃𝚘.
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