segunda-feira, 4 de novembro de 2013

Hum...

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Pffffffffff….
Pronto, era só isto.

5 comentários:

  1. Suspiro? Dor lancinante? Explica-te, por deus!

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    1. Mirone, Mirone, não t´assustes!
      Foi mesmo um suspiro que veio lá do fundo quando finalmente sentei o rabiosque ao fim de horas, e horas, a correr!
      :))

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    2. Horas e horas a correr? Não me digas que foste correr para a floresta com a Palmier?

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  2. Mas a marstona do Porto foi no domingo... :) : )

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