Ali por volta do décimo quarto, seu guarda. Era amarelo
Linhas muito tortas: If these bugs are wrong, I don’t want to be right
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Esse velotrol aí SEMPRE me intrigou da janela. Quase tanto quanto a necessidade de ter grama no telhado do prédio vizinho.
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