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segunda-feira, 24 de dezembro de 2012
All I want for Christmas
All I want for Christmas is to get in a train and get lost in Europe for at least a whole month, and even if I have to do that on my own ('cause I'm friendless or if I'm not I don't know any adventurous people who want to do that) and I'm sure I'm so going to do that next year, 'cause I'm so sick of being in this tiny little rectangle next to Atlantic Ocean, and all I want is just to get out of this boring place!
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