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That text! lol The beginning reminded my grandmother's house. She lives facing an avenue no mas 900 and you just imagine the noise ... Not to mention that when we sleep, the next door neighbor gets a hubby that makes you want to have a gun .... haha Thank you for caring for my blog, Samuel is very dear same. ^ ^ Kisses. Diary of Lady Delete Reply
Jeferson Ituverava Cardoso, SP, Brazil This blog is the son of a dream and has completed five years on 01.01.2014. I thought about making a post telling the story of the blog and numbers, which make me very happy. I came to realize that the best would thank my family who supported me in this crazy day after day, month after month, year after
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