... "You see ... holding the smoke in the rail furthest from the coast, you'll want to invite-not-the river with your water. You see, if you never threw the bear bachelor party souvenirs, it seemed to me that are some camalotes castaways of Paraná. Many mixture of water and puddles of colors, green and brown, reddish plant streams embracing those islands that many leave, yes, as a group, they come, they argue, are trapped. They are in it for themselves because they know endless flow of travel. and they are sought, the complex known sadness of walking alone out there where the other smells like fish where others are not they, say, by overlapping leaves at drift. But these pools were always called me to play that stupid little walk left me dizzy and disoriented. Because of beach, water, beach, water, sand and water, the leaves were wrapped in peace and I was nearly sunk, and to stay afloat so there I was poking the poor and tender red eyes on the waves: one, eh. No one but other odors improper call you repulsive other tribes between the immensity of colors. Some camalotes castaways of Paraná. Are those who come to the shore, those who do stunts, play the violin and stuff, pass the hat, you look like starving street dog with floppy ears, look at you, love you and are close, kiss you from afar and continue to your going to the game ."... indifferent
Dash "Do you remember, right?"
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