Not always, not even frequently, but sometimes, in the middle of noise and all the foolish screaming and shouting, there is still a shy boy that eats in silence the food prepared by his mother.
There is still someone that is reminded that the language of his parents sounds more like the sighing whispers of the sea.
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Não tenho a certeza se gosto de te ler em Inglês...
better get used to it
uuuuhhhhh,
vieste mau?
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