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𝑬𝒔𝒕-𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒍’𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆 𝒋𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒏 𝒆́𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒅𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒕 𝒅’𝒖𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒕 ? 𝑼𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒙 𝒎𝒆́𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒅’𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆́𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆, 𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒅’𝒆𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒆 𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒖𝒓 ? 𝑪𝒆𝒕 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒖̀ 𝒊𝒍 𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒒𝒖’𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒆 𝒂̀ 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 ?
