the misleading chronicls 7 by barbara-sArtProjects, literature
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the misleading chronicls 7
Jorge smiled, like he only had a hand full of times. Goa was really gorgeous! The Sun, gold like curry, the intoxicating heat, the strong smell of the markets, the bright colours of the tradesman wives clothes...
It sounds lovely papa.
Look, the post card Jorge sent me.
It does, it really does look like curry!
Jorge smiled again. He had found his guide. Unlike everything around him she did not belong to the warm colors. She was blue.
Smurfette ?!
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Jorge sorriu como poucas vezes tinha sorrido. Goa era realmente Linda! O Sol, dourado como cari
the misleading chronicls 6 by barbara-sArtProjects, literature
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the misleading chronicls 6
Moving on. Alexander was the Ministry of Foreign Affairs right hand, therefore he was in a relatively better position to find the whereabouts of Jorge. The thing was, Alexander felt more like NOT doing that since he had been the one sending Jorge to India.
Why did he go to India?
Jorge was a photographer, a big one.
Just like you papá!
Yes, except Jorge had no children back then, so he could go on all kinds of dangerous and exotic places, like India. So that was exactly what he did.
He did not even cared about me, neither cared he about mama or papa. He left me alone with Alexander plus he did not say goodbye to mom and dad.
The misleading chronicles 2 by barbara-sArtProjects, literature
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The misleading chronicles 2
Trrumm!! Outside Georgina could hear the thunders near, from the terrifying storm that had become the night. Yet that did not stop her from grabbing a warm fur coat and leaving the house, soaking herself in spite of the short distance from the mansion's double doors to the cart.
I was wearing no fur coat!! I was not wearing a coat at all neither was I wearing any shoes or a proper dress. So you can imagine what Senator Albert said when I flare up the stairs of his house, asking him if he would be so kind to provide with some shelter for me that night!
Who was telling the story? Uh? Was it you Georgina? No, right!? It was me, so can I finish