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Correndo o risco de voltarem a imaginar coisas sobre a minha opinião em relação à tua pessoa e não em relação ao teu dom:

És genial...
Manuela disse…
Olha o tamanho do ego.>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>crescendo....:-))

Tá bom, ele tem bocação.Descobriu a halitose no monastério..rs
Um beijo às duas. A acção traz alívio e confiança.
Jonas,

A acção assumida da verdade, apenas.

A década em que te encontras já devia ter eliminado a hipótese de te guiares por falsos caminhos ou pensamentos.
Ele existe, está construído. Usufrui da viagem que apenas tens que percorrer.
Manuela disse…
Eu amei o beijo.
Recebi...apanhei com a mão, fechei e colei do lado esquerdo do peito...
Júlio de Ló disse…
Frase demais!
Adorei!
muito criativa!
abs

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