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Manequim

Cláudia ("Cláu" para Carolina) tinha o sonho de um dia poder vir a ser manequim. Carolina ("Caro" para Cláu) nunca achou muita piada à ideia. Dizia-lhe isso, repetia mesmo, sempre que juntas passavam em frente à montra dos Porfírios. Mas Cláu estava determinada e as suas anatómicas curvas embalaram-na. Perseverante, Cláu realizaria o seu sonho de infância. Hoje é manequim. Caro não teve outra solução senão resignar-se: passa todos os dias em frente aos Porfírios e tenta imaginar qual a piada que pode ter uma criatura deixar-se embalsamar. Menos mal que aqueles collants de licra amarelos lhe caiam bem, sobretudo com aquelas sandálias de fivela.

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1- The hologram girl

You think everything is fine, that that closeness is real, and you stretch your arm. Of course you wanted more and she let you play that game. For a week. A month. Sometimes even for years. Helàs! Now you understand you were living in a dream. “Why did she give me so many wrong signs”, you wonder; “João, I’ve seen you always as a very good friend”, she states.


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