𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚞 𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊ç𝚘𝚜
𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊̃𝚘𝚜
𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚞 
𝚍𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚊 
𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊
𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚜
𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚡𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚊
𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚞-𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚣 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚞 𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜
𝚎𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖
𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘
𝚎 𝚟𝚒 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗ç𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚐𝚘
𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚊́𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚎
𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘́𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚎́𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚜
𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊 
𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜
𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚖 𝚎𝚌𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢
𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚞 𝚏𝚞𝚒 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚘
𝚊𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚛 
𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚞 𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚗ç𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖
𝚎𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘
𝚎𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚖 
𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚡𝚒́𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊
𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚎́𝚜 
𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜
𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜
𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊
𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎
𝚎𝚞 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊́
𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚘 𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 
𝚎𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘 𝚎 𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊ç𝚘-𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘
𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 
𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚘̃𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜 
𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊́𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚜
𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖
𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎̂𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎́𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚞
𝚊𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎ç𝚊
𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚊́𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜
𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜
𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚓𝚊𝚜 
𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘́𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚖
𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜
𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘́𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚐𝚊
𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊̂𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚎̂𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚜
𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚖 𝚘 𝚖𝚒́𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗ç𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜
𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚍𝚘-𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚒́𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊
𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚒𝚜
𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗ç𝚊̃𝚘
𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊́𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚜
𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘
𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘
𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚜
𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒́𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚜 
𝚋𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚞 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊̂𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊
𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚘 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚞́𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚘
𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒 𝚊̀𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘́𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊
𝚟𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜
𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚜 
𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘-𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊
𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚊 𝚎 𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘́𝚕𝚎𝚘
𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘
𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚖 
𝚜𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊ç𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘
𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎
𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊̃𝚘
𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚘́𝚛𝚎𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜
𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚊
𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚎́𝚞 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘
𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚖 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚘̂𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘
𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜
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