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Flor que se cheire

Com o passar dos anos, e sem razão aparente, Margarida tornou-se a minha pior inimiga. Uma verdadeira cabra. Rita agora até lhe chama "Malmequer".

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Rocío disse…
Adorei este :-)
Manu disse…
A beladona disse que tem um ciclame que mandou para ela um brinco-de-princesa. Mas ela estava com clematite e tomou um copo-de-leite.Deu-lhe a maior dormideira.
Manuela disse…
O JLM não briga mais com a gente. Começou a entender o nosso jeitinho dengoso,amoroso, "sensuoso". Era um pecado nos chamar de pardalitas..ora..somos sim, umas saíras-preciosas.:-)

Mya(n)mar pra sempre????

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