Conto de Halloween

Conto de Halloween

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Akcja i Thrillery
Era noite do dia 30, todos corriam de um lado para o outro atropelando tudo e todos que estavam entre si e a entrada do foguete comercial, que já havia sido contratado a meses para que pudesse ser pagado em 12 vezes sem juros . O motivo? Ah ok, esqueci desse pequeno detalhe (esqueci que para os humanos isso não é tão óbvio assim).Bom, vamos voltar umas horas nesse dia para que você possa entender... It was the night of the 30th, everyone was running around running over everything and everyone who was between them and the entrance to the commercial rocket, which had already been hired for months so that it could be paid 12 times without interest. The reason? Oh ok, I forgot that little detail (I forgot that for humans this is not that obvious). Well, let's go back a few hours that day so you can understand ... Alunas: Giovanna Cristina dos Santos Tavares e Suzana Lílian Moura 3ºA Regular
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I hated waiting. It was especially challenging standing carefully to make sure I didn't break my heel before the appointed time. Ugh setting up a meet cute like this seemed so stupid. If all I had to do was seduce the mark, why did we have to go through all this extra effort? But the powers that be said our mark had a real romantic streak and was currently heartbroken over his highschool sweetheart cheating on him with a new business contact, before both skipped the country, seemingly to elope. I watched the crowd walking past me as I stood in the shade of a closed store alcove, the walls giving me something lean against making sure I didn't step on the unstable heel accidentally. Stupid Americans, everyone looked like they were in such a hurry to go buy more things they didn't need. Hair and makeup took two hours yesterday and just as long today. I did not want to have to sit through that again. Plus being stuck in a third girly demure dress for another day might be enough to finally kill me. It might not have all been so bad if I could have chatted with someone while my hair was pulled and burned and styled, and creams and potions layered on my face and eyes. But all of the salon girls were owned by the powers that be, and none spoke any of the languages I could. I suspected that it wasn't an accident. I felt my phone vibrate with an alarm. Show time. I started walking down the sidewalk. It would have been a beautiful day for a walk if I wasn't so focused on my mission, and trying to only walk on my toes with my right foot. The town car pulled up to the curb just ahead of me, coming to a stop in front of the quaint little shop. The timing was working out perfectly. Just a couple more steps. I watched as the rear door of the passenger side opened, I moved to step around the now open car door just as a set of long legs in navy slacks swung out from the car. 3...2...1...

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