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𝓐 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓪 𝓿𝓮𝔃 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓲 𝓪𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓪 𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓪, 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓲, 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓲 𝓸 𝓻𝓲𝓸 𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓲-𝓶𝓮 𝓪 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓻 𝓪𝓼 𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓼, 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓶 𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓪𝓶 𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓻 𝓪 𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓹𝓪 𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓾𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓼, 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸-𝓵𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓶 𝓪𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓸 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓸.
𝓒𝓸𝓶 𝓾𝓶 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓪ç𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓾𝓵𝓰𝓪𝓻, 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓶, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓼𝓮 𝓵𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮, 𝓸 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓶 𝓬𝓸𝓶 á𝓰𝓾𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓲𝓸 𝓭𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓵𝓪, 𝓪𝓳𝓸𝓮𝓵𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓪𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓸, 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓸.
𝓝𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓫𝓲 𝓪 𝓯ó𝓻𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓪 𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓭𝓪, 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓸𝓼.
𝓘𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓻á 𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓻 𝓮𝓶 𝓵𝓮𝓷çó𝓲𝓼, 𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓻𝓲𝓸, 𝓬𝓸𝓶 á𝓰𝓾𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮, 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝓫ã𝓸, 𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓳𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓸 𝓢𝓸𝓵
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