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Savage sleep [3]

The absent rain left a note on my roof excusing itself. The following
evening, a sudden drought knocked on my door and imposed itself as both
my guest and my cook: hard tongue with red berry sauce on a bed of jasmine
rice. The way to disguise the roughness of his taste was to transpose my
saliva into dew.

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Mateus_Ciucci_Ferreira

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2019-02-24 09:24:21

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