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𝙴𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘́𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘, 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚕 𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛, 𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚜, 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚜, 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊, 𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛.

𝙴𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚊, 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚊, 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊, 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗. 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚊, 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗. 𝚂𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗, 𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚒́𝚘𝚜. 𝙻𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒́𝚘𝚜.

𝙶𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜, 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗. 𝙻𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚘, 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚣, 𝚞𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒́𝚗. 𝙴𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊, 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊, 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚘, 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚜 (𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒́𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊).

𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚜, 𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚟𝚘𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚘́: “¡𝙾𝚑, 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚗, 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚣, 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊! ¿𝙳𝚘́𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊?” 𝚈 𝙽𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚘, 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚊𝚗̃𝚊𝚍𝚎: “𝚂𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜, 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜, ¿𝚚𝚞𝚎́ 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊?” 𝙻𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚊́𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚘, 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚞́𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊́𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚝𝚘́𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊.

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚘𝚜, 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊́𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜. ¿𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚊́𝚗𝚍𝚘?

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𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚢, 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.

𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠, 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗.

𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎. 𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖, 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗. 𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 (𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜).

𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘, 𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝: ‘𝙾 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛! 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖?’ 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚘, 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚜: ‘𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝?’ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚜, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜, 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗?

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