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B'neca d'neve e os 7 Anões

Este é um conto duplamente curto: porque ela derreteu e eles nunca cresceram.

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Tve disse…
i am happy there was enough space for Boneca de Neve :)

what a sweet story, Matias would love it!
Tve disse…
i am happy there was enough space for Boneca de Neve :)

what a sweet story, Matias would love it!
Tve disse…
i am happy there was enough space for Boneca de Neve :)

what a sweet story, Matias would love it!
Manuela disse…
7BN..derretido.
Sofia disse…
Os piquenos devem ter ficado albos com tal liquefacção...
Manuela disse…
Sofia.

está deitada..escorregou na neve??? hehehe
bjos
Francisco disse…
Té uma m'lher gelada se pode derreter!
sónia disse…
E narrativa bem fechada! Boa, muito boa!
Sofia disse…
Oh Manu,

isso tudo depende da perspectiva...

Na minha estou sentada, estupefacta com o que leio...
Manu disse…
Sofia.isso mesmo. haha

Concordo com o Francisco..homens às vezes fazem milagres..;-))
Tve disse…
Living in Estonia is really effecting your creation: there was a time you wrote Lindbergh (370 pages, more than 700 000 caracters), and now even the mini-micro-tales are shrinking to be SS in it´s best. Sucking the essence out? Godspeed, adverbially! ;)
Tve disse…
actually, i was a fan of my own tale:

B'neca d'neve e os 7 Anões
Este é um conto duplamente curto: porque ele derreteu e nunca crescera.

but yours is cute as well :P

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