Prazos, prazos, prazos. Compromissos simultâneos, jobs extras, decisões adiadas, leituras atrasadas, contas a pagar, milhões de informações e conteúdos pra processar na caixola.
Taí, cabra. Hora de mostrar do que é feito.
Rapadura ou geléia. De mocotó.
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Romeo.
Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue
Unfold the imagin'd happiness that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter.
Juliet.
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,
Brags of his substance, not of ornament:
They are but beggars that can count their worth;
But my true love is grown to such excess,
I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
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