𝕺 𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖊 𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖆 𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖆𝖛𝖆 𝖉𝖆𝖘 𝖑â𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖘 𝖉𝖔𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖗ó𝖎𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖖𝖚𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖔 𝖊𝖈𝖔 𝖉𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒 𝖆𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖕𝖆𝖛𝖆. 𝕮𝖆𝖉𝖆 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖔 𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖆𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖔 𝖔 𝖕𝖗ó𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖆çã𝖔 𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖆𝖘 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖒 𝕽𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖑𝖔𝖋𝖙. 𝕬𝖔 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖆 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊 𝖉𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖍𝖉 𝖘𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖟𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖘, 𝖊𝖓𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖆 𝖊𝖒 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖘 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖒 𝖘𝖊 𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖛𝖆𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊 𝖉𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖆 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓ç𝖆. 𝕾𝖊𝖚 𝖔𝖑𝖍𝖆𝖗 𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊, 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖔 𝖆 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖊, 𝖋𝖎𝖝𝖔𝖚-𝖘𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖗ó𝖎𝖘, 𝖊 𝖚𝖒 𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔 𝖘𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝖏𝖔𝖌𝖆𝖛𝖆 𝖓𝖔𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖘 𝖉𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖚𝖘 𝖑á𝖇𝖎𝖔𝖘 𝖕á𝖑𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖘. "𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖘 𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖕ó𝖘 𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖙á𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖔 𝖉𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖟𝖆 𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖒, 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖔-𝖔𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆 𝖚𝖒 𝖏𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖗 𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖊𝖒 𝖒𝖊𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖔. 𝖀𝖒𝖆 𝖓𝖔𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖉𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙é𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖘 𝖆𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖆 𝖆𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖏𝖔𝖘𝖔𝖘 𝖔 𝖘𝖚𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆 𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖗." 𝕬𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖛𝖗𝖆𝖘, 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖘 𝖉𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖘, 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖒 𝖓𝖔 𝖆𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖔 𝖚𝖒𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖎çã𝖔 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖆 𝖘𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖆. 𝕬 𝖑𝖚𝖟 𝖙𝖗ê𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖆 𝖉𝖆𝖘 𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖛𝖆 𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖘 𝖚𝖒𝖆 𝖋𝖗𝖆çã𝖔 𝖉𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖛𝖆 𝖔𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖔 𝖓𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖘 𝖉𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖊. 𝕬𝖈𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖗 𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖑𝖍𝖆𝖗 𝖓𝖔𝖘 𝖆𝖇𝖎𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖉á𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖘 𝖉𝖔 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝖛𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖔, 𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖉𝖆 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖆 𝖕𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖆 𝖘𝖊𝖗 𝖚𝖒𝖆 𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖑𝖍𝖆 𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖉𝖆 𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖚𝖒𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖎çã𝖔 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖋𝖆𝖗ç𝖆𝖉𝖆.
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