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Portugal andava tão tropical que Vasco começava a ter muito medo das monções. Pavor. E dos melgaços também.

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sónia disse…
Se o Vasco é aquele que gama, seria melhor deixar-se ficar sossegadinho entre os seus, em Portugal. Não há monções nem melgaços que o derrubem.

Por falar em tempo inusitado: por que razão as moscas se nos colam e nos perseguem? Será que somos "aquilo" de que elas mais gostam. Sinto-me desolada, quando isto me acontece. E é todos os dias a mesma coisa, com este tempo absurdo... Sou um monte "daquilo"!

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