• The chronicle: Joao's best match
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On Wednesday, my partner Roberto Bécares , a two-meter and about 200 kilos (or so) mamotre, elbowed me in the temple playing basketball that left me dry. Already at home, I put a chapter of Hunters , because nothing heals more than watching Nazis suffer, and the dizziness was such that I went to bed before 12 for the first time since Casimir ordered me ( millennials and later, to search on Google ). Convinced that he was going to die that same night, although not enough to go to the emergency room because he

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