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[15/02, 14:25] : ...𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘-𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚕, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎-𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚙ó𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜...
𝚂𝚎𝚒𝚜 𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚜-𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚛, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚕𝚊...𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘, 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚙ô𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚑𝚎-𝚕𝚎𝚕é 𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚒𝚖...
[15/02, 14:47] : 𝙾𝚑 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌á 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚒𝚛á𝚜, 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛...𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘... 𝙴𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚕á𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚞𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚍ã𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝ã𝚘 𝚓á.... 𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚍ê 𝚊 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚖, 𝚎𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚘 𝚙õ𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚊, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜...𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊...>>🍃
[15/02, 15:01]: 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚖-𝚖𝚎 𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚎 𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚖...𝚂𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚖-𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘-𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜..
[15/02, 15:09]: 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚖 é 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚓á 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛-𝚖𝚎, 𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊 á𝚐𝚞𝚊 𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛é 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚣 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊...𝚜𝚎 é 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚍á𝚜 𝚊 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚖, 𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚛ó𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚒...𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚖, 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚓á 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘-𝚖𝚎 𝚘 𝚣í𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕ç𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜...𝙱𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘....𝚀𝚞𝚎 é 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚛...
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