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A fine WordPress.com site. 8220;O facto é… C…. On February 3, 2014. O facto é Cada um de nós é a soma dos momentos que já tivemos, de todas as pessoas que conhecemos. E são esses momentos que se tornam a nossa história. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. 8220;Nunca me dei b….
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A fine WordPress.com site. On January 21, 2014. Being told shh calm down. Waking up before 7 am. Ticking clocks when I’m trying to sleep. Middle back seat of small cars. When sweatshirts wear out. When the water doesn’t get warm quick enough. When there is no toilet paper left. When there is nothing to wear. Not have a big Nikon or Canon. Summer clothes worn in winter. Winter clothes worn in summer. How easily I am distracted. Larr; dscf6430.jpg. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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The Book Thief | Fabiana Correia
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The world is not a wish-granting factory. February 20, 2014. The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you. Markus Zusak, The Book Thief. It kills me sometimes, how people die. Markus Zusak, The Book Thief. Even death has a heart. Markus Zusak, The Book Thief. You are going to die….does this worry you? Markus Zusak, The Book Thief. You can’t eat books, sweetheart. Markus Zusak, The Book Thief. A Rapariga Que Roubava Livros. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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A fine WordPress.com site. All posts for the month January, 2014. On January 30, 2014. On January 23, 2014. On January 21, 2014. Being told shh calm down. Waking up before 7 am. Ticking clocks when I’m trying to sleep. Middle back seat of small cars. When sweatshirts wear out. When the water doesn’t get warm quick enough. When there is no toilet paper left. When there is nothing to wear. Not have a big Nikon or Canon. Summer clothes worn in winter. Winter clothes worn in summer. How easily I am distracted.