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Friday, August 13, 2010. My time in south africa has ended. so now i will continue blogging from my regular blog -. Monday, August 9, 2010. good bye lefika! LOVE LOVE LOVE these ladies! Aaaaaaaand finally all my reports are typed and the hardcopies can now stay organized and happy in the filing cabinent. Amy, Nick, and me. Kylie, me and ruth. Me, ed, and kate.
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Sábado, 14 de enero de 2017. Novela escrita en poco más de un mes, concretamente entre mediados de septiembre y finales de octubre de 2010, si bien ha estado sometida a una revisión periódica hasta poco antes de que fuese enviada a imprenta.
Φωτογραφίες θλιβερές σε ποιότητα και τεχνική, ευγενικοί επισκέπτες προσπεράστε άνευ δισταγμού. Τρίτη, 10 Ιανουαρίου 2017. Δευτέρα, 9 Ιανουαρίου 2017. Κυριακή, 8 Ιανουαρίου 2017. Σάββατο, 7 Ιανουαρίου 2017.
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Terça-feira, 29 de julho de 2014. Era uma vez dois meninos, Bakunin e Foucalt. O primeiro não parava quieto e o segundo só queria balançar. O primeiro vivia arranhado, o segundo vivia tonto. Um dia Foucalt bateu com um pêndulo na cabeça de Bakunin e foi aquela anarquia. Aí chegou a polícia e a porrada comeu solta. Chato mesmo foi passar a noite acordado, sem janta, no saguão da DP, com o lombo cheio de vergão das borrachadas. Pouco mais de uma hor.