Dᴏsᴇ ᴅᴇ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴅᴀᴅᴇ Cidade Dorme

𝑈𝑚𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑜, 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑢𝑚 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒..

𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑎 𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑖, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑜 𝑒 𝐶𝑎̃𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑚 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑜 𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎. 𝐽𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑜.

𝐸𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑜, 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑝𝑎----𝐹𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑒𝑚 𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑙 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎.𝑁𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒́𝑚 𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑠.

𝐴𝑙𝑔𝑢𝑒́𝑚 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒 𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑟, 𝑣𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑒....

𝐴𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑎 𝑎𝑝𝑜́𝑠 𝑢𝑚 𝑏𝑜𝑚 𝑐𝑎𝑓𝑒́ 𝑠𝑒𝑚 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐̧𝑎, 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑖 𝑛𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑜 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎----𝑁𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑢𝑚 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑎:

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"-𝓐 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓪 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓕𝓸𝓲 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓪, 𝓝𝓪̃𝓸 𝓢𝓪𝓰𝓻𝓪 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓐 𝓢𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪. 𝓜𝓪𝓼 𝓞 𝓙𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓶, 𝓐𝓱.... 𝓞 𝓙𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓶 𝓛𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓪 𝓓𝓮 𝓣𝓸𝓭𝓪𝓼." ☠︎︎✞︎☏︎

𝐸𝑢 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑚𝑒. 𝑀𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑢𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑜 𝑗𝑎́ 𝑡𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑙ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑜.

𝐺𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑖 𝑛𝑜 𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑠𝑜, 𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑛𝑢𝑚 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑎. 𝐴 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑖𝑥𝑎 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑟 "𝐵𝑜𝑎 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒."

É novo aqui?

Gabriel Thorne

Sim...*Digo com uma voz firme e calma*

A cidade é calma, vai gostar daqui. Todo mundo gosta. *Diz sorrindo*

Gabriel Thorne

*Retribuo o sorriso saindo com o cigarro que acabei de comprar*

𝐴𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜. 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑖 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑚. 𝑆𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒, 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜...

𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑎, 𝑛𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑎 𝑟𝑢𝑎 𝑢𝑚 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑎̃𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜.𝑁𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒́𝑚 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑥𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑜 𝑜𝑙ℎ𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑢𝑚 𝑖𝑚𝑎̃ 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐̧𝑎𝑠.

𝐴𝑙𝑔𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑎, 𝑗𝑎́ ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑎 𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠. 𝑃𝑜𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑜, 𝑎 𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑎 𝑒 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑎.

𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑢𝑚 𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙, 𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑢𝑧 𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑚....𝐷𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒 22ℎ 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑢𝑚 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒̂𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑐̧𝑎 𝑠𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑙ℎ𝑖𝑎.

𝐻𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑖 𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑎---𝑀𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒, 𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒̂𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑠.

𝐸 𝑛𝑜 𝑐𝑒́𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑛ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎. 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑎𝑠 3ℎ33, 𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑓𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜. 𝐸𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑎, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑚.

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