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Ongoing, First published Oct 20, 2015
Olá , sou Emma tenho 17 anos, moro no Brasil  e sou fã da maior boyband da atualidade , One Direction .
Amanhã estou prestes a realizar o maior sonho da minha vida que é conhecer a 1D , tudo isso graças a promoção da radio MIX que saiu faz algumas semanas , a promoção permite que você tenha presença no show e ainda um dia para passar com eles , e tudo isso na cidade dos meus sonhos , Londres . 
Todos os meus sonhos estão prestes a se realizar ,  o que mais poderá acontecer nesses melhores dias da minha vida ? 



"If you like to do whatever you've been dreaming about
Baby, you're perfect
Baby, you're perfect
So let's start right now"
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