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A Range Of Romance Imagine that you go home tired after work. Normal, unremarkable day. Everything, as always. You approach the house and look to their windows. They lit the light warm home. He beckons you, and you slowly forget about all the troubles of today. If you would like to know more about J Bruce Flatt, then click here. Climbing the stairs, are dreaming of meeting her - the only memorable, charming, sweet, kind woman in your life. Also come to mind thoughts of a hot shower, soft chair and a warm blanket. You think of a cozy evening that awaits you. But what is it? The door is ajar. Barely breaks through the chink of faint light. In my heart begins to appear anxious. You slowly sneak to the door, opens it and ... Behind the door are two number of candles in the candlesticks in the form of hearts. Incredible! What is it? Going down a long corridor of candles, the soul begins to calm down. And, finally, the long-awaited moment of the day. She goes to meet you. She smiles and beckons you to light Movement is in the back room. Going there, you freeze in amazement. The room is wicker furniture, fireplace lit. On the table - a light dinner ... The thoughts start to pop up all the dates of important events ... "Oh no! How could I forget. Today, the day we met! "But the tender eyes and a smile and loved to help calm down completely immersed in the atmosphere of the evening. You spread out into a satisfied smile, thinking of how your fragile girl able to do it all for some eight o'clock of the day.
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Caetana Teacher When of mouth in mouth histories are counted, to the foot of the fire, in the quentura of the stove the firewood, them if they become more than histories, with passing of the years, them take body and legend form, all people thus has last legends of father for son and seguidamente. They count older than when in Matinhos everything still was weeds, when everything still was green, sea was for fishes and rivers pra to kill headquarters of people, that pras bands of Caiob, liveed a teacher of Caetana name, that every day came to give lesson where today it is the center of Matinhos, for its locomotion, if it used of a horse, quick nor not very very strong, but that it took care of to the yearnings of the young teacher, leading and bringing in the daily lessons. It was fear of 1900, the city we know as it today nor passed in the mind of the inhabitants, did not have regular roads, the passages were made the side sea and when very, for small ways tracings for the daily use of the caboclo. Caetana owner as was known amongst all, made this daily passage, almost always solitary, a time that the only danger that if it had of violent death age to fall of the horse or same if to drown in the sea, of this form, day after day, Caetana Teacher mounted in its horse and with its material the strap col, went and vine of Matinhos with the naturalness of that it goes to the market to buy bread. In one of these comings, Caetana owner already arrived close to its house, for advancing of the hour would have to be ones 8 of the night, the covered with star sky and hot, they...