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Eu nem queria acreditar. Mas Magali não se desmanchou. Impassível e com aquela lata de sempre, oficializou uma oitava acima: "Sabe, Thiago, mais do que chocos com tinta, gosto é de chocos com pinta..." Chocante? Bom, confesso que senti uma pontinha de ciúme...

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No fundo o que ela gostava era de estar no choco, viessem eles como viessem...
Venham eles!
Manuela disse…
Não fica com ciúmes!!
Quem sabe ela confundiu chocos com chocas??
Mas o bom dos chocos é o seu mimetismo.

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19 kinds of girls who bruise my soul

By João Lopes Marques (Eesti keeles)


There was a time, not too long ago, I believed I had become a misogynous guy. False. I wasn’t. Then I started fearing I was slightly gynophobic. Nope. I was just afraid to bump into another stupid girl. It wasn’t easy to understand it but 10 or 15 years later I realize I’m just too sensitive to 19 specific species of women. Indeed, I can even turn intolerant in presence of one of them. Such a phenomenon can be either personal taste or old trauma, I know. However, I don’t care anymore. I just confess the following kind of females have the power to bruise my soul:


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.


2- The drink-…