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Vc tbm tá muito bonito, aliás, o tempo só te faz bem...sinta se uma pessoa de sorte...as vezes me dá uma tristeza ler oq vc escreve...ai ai ai...são fases né?</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Obrigado, e muito bom ler elogios a beleza numa fase onde a beleza parece ter se escondido.&lt;br /&gt;A intencao e apenas escrever e muitas vezes escrevo para despejar minha tristeza. Tenho que aprender a despejar tambem minha alegria, com um pouco de tempo e paciencia eu aprendo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/dfabro"&gt;Pergunte-me/Ask me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10205342-8449739342854073?l=dfabro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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