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30/06/2002
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Entroncamento
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I bet granny wouldn't like to see her house full of dust, because I remember her always behind grandpa cleaning. Grandpa was like a hurricane of wood dust. I remember once I had a dream in which trees grew up in grandpa's head. At breakfast I was so scared, that I was afraid of seeing him appear from the bedroom with leaves coming out of his ears. I guess he never knew what look of relief was that I made that day... |
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