Dona
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Last published Sat, Jun 15, 2019
Dona? ela nunca foi uma pequena mulher, aos 15 anos, que indicou lugar, a mais bela dona, sozinha, bom sozinha é pouco para ela, ela tem seus amigos, sua família, ela não corre perigo, ao contrário quem se envolve com ela que corre, não traía ela, nem machuque-a, porque ela não tem DONO, ela é A DONA.
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