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MOTE: “Se as pedras falassem, que histórias contariam?” Estava eu a andar por aí, quando fui parar a um convento em ruínas. Curiosa e com o espírito de historiadora a tilintar dentro de mim, decidi ap
Drunk driving costs more than just a party I am struck by a scintillation of light as soon as I come back to my senses. Everything spins around me. The sensation is similar with what I used to feel ev