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- ᴡᴇʏ, ɴᴇᴛᴀ ᴄʀᴇᴇs ǫᴜᴇ ғʀᴀɴᴄɪᴀ ᴇs ᴛᴜ ᴍᴀᴅʀᴇ? -

- ᴡʜʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ? sʜᴇ ʀᴀɪsᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ (ᴘᴏʀ ǫᴜé ᴅᴇʙᴇʀíᴀ ᴅᴇ ᴅᴜᴅᴀʀ sᴏʙʀᴇ ᴇsᴏ? ᴇʟʟᴀ ᴍᴇ ᴄʀɪó ʏ ᴍᴇ ᴄᴜɪᴅó) -

- ᴡᴇʏ, ғʀᴀɴᴄɪᴀ ᴛᴇ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴀ ʏ ᴛᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴛᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴏ sɪ ɴᴏ ғᴜᴇʀᴀs sᴜ ʜɪᴊᴏ, ᴅɪɢᴏ, sᴇ ᴍᴇ ʜᴀᴄᴇ ʀᴀʀᴏ, ᴅᴇʙᴇʀíᴀ ǫᴜᴇʀᴇʀᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴏ ʟᴏ ʜᴀᴄᴇ ᴄᴏɴ ᴛᴜs ᴅᴇᴍás ʜᴇʀᴍᴀɴᴏs, ɴᴏ? -

𝗘𝘀𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲, 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗻í𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮 𝗙𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗮 𝗹𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗼 𝘂𝗻 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝗮 𝗹𝗮 𝗶𝘇𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗮, 𝗺𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘀 𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗯𝗮 𝗱𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗶ñ𝗼 𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘀...
𝗗𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗲𝘇ó 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘀 𝘆 𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗮𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹, 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗼, 𝘀𝗶 𝗙𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗮 𝗻𝗼 𝗲𝗿𝗮 𝘀𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗿𝗲, 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀, 𝗾𝘂𝗶é𝗻 𝗹𝗼 𝗲𝗿𝗮?
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