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𝑈𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑚 𝑔𝑎𝑛ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑙. 𝑈𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑐̧𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑜, 𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑜. 𝑀𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑚. 𝐴𝑙𝑔𝑢𝑒́𝑚 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑋𝑌 𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒, 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒́𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒, 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑖𝑟𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑎, 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑟𝑎́ 𝑋𝑌. 𝑁𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑎, 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑎, 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑎́ 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑋𝑋. 𝑈𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑚 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑔𝑒́𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑜, 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟 (𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑜, ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑟𝑖, 𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟), 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 - 𝑒𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑜 - 𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑜, 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑎́ 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑁𝑎̃𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑜́ 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑜𝑠 𝑏𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑜́𝑔𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑠, 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒́𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑠 𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑎́𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑠.
𝑂 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑒́𝑚 𝑒́ 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑎́𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑜𝑠𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑖𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑒́ 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑜𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑔𝑒́𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑎 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑒́𝑛𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑖́𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑚𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 (𝟶,𝟸% 𝑜𝑢 𝟶,𝟹%) 𝑒 𝑗𝑎́ 𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑧𝑎 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒. 𝑃𝑢𝑥𝑎! 𝑂𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑜 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑠! 𝑆𝑎̃𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑜̃𝑒𝑠! 𝑀𝑒𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑜, 𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑜, 𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑧𝑎, 𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑎́𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠, 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑎 𝑎́𝑟𝑒𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟! 𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎́𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑜!
𝑈𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒, 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑐𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠, 𝑗𝑎́ 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑛𝑒́𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑋𝑋, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒̂𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎. 𝑂𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜́𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠. 𝑆𝑎̃𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑜 𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠! 𝑃𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎𝑠. 𝐴ℎ, 𝑒, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑎, 𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑎 𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑜 (𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑔𝑎 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖́𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑜́ 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑜𝑠), 𝑒́ 𝑏𝑒𝑚 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑎́𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢́𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑚 𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑎́𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑜. 𝑀𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑔𝑒́𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑗𝑎 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜́𝑔𝑖𝑐𝑎/𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑎́𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑎.
𝑀𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑎́ 𝑠𝑜́ 𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑧𝑎? 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜. 𝑁𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑜 𝑝𝑒́𝑛𝑖𝑠, 𝑒 𝑗𝑎́ 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎́! 𝐸𝑖-𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑎 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜, 𝑛𝑜 𝑐𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑜, 𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑠. 𝐸𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟. 𝐴𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑚 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑜𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑖́𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑠. 𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑃𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑖́𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑀𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑎, 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑚𝑎 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑜, 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑉𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝐹𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑠, 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑞𝑢𝑒̂. 𝐹𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑅𝑖𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑜? 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎 𝑀𝑜𝑡𝑎? 𝐽𝑎́ 𝑓𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑒. 𝑁𝑎̃𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑎 𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑎̃𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑎𝑖́𝑑𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠, 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠, 𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑧𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑜𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑙𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟. 𝐹𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑎̃𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑙 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑠. 𝐵𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑎. 𝑁𝑒𝑚 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑐̧𝑜̃𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑎̃𝑜. 𝐸 𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑚 𝑜𝑠 𝑢́𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑖𝑠, 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑜. 𝐷𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠, 𝑛𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜. 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑎̃𝑜 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠, 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠, 𝑒𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑧𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎, 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑎̃𝑜 𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑣𝑒
𝐸 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑣𝑒𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑎̃𝑜, 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑜́𝑏𝑖𝑐𝑜, 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑜́𝑏𝑖𝑐𝑜, 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜́𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑜. 𝑆𝑒 𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑎𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑛𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑏𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑠, 𝑚𝑒́𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑒́ 𝑚𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑜, 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑜, 𝑜𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎̃𝑜, 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎̃𝑜 𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑎́?!
𝑁𝑎̃𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑜́𝑑𝑖𝑜. 𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑎́𝑠, ℎ𝑎́ 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑚 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜́𝑠, 𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜-𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑚 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎. 𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑎́𝑠, 𝑒́ 𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑟 𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟. 𝐸𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖-𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝑂𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑆𝑜́𝑠. 𝑆𝑜́ 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠. 𝑂𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑜́𝑓𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑜́𝑠. 𝐴𝑜 𝑝𝑒́ 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜, 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝐴𝑡𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑢𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜́𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎. 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑠.
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