Distracções mimadas

Quando a meio de um diálogo que estamos a escrever, acontece aparecerem uns…

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– Nem trouxe nenhum jogo, foi tudo tão de repente…
– A Isabel tem mais sorte… tem os jogos do telemóvel… prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
– Não sei o que é que ela é mais que nós para ter direito a um telemóvel e nós não.
– Mais velha… pfuuuuu…
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– Vamos irritá-la.
– Boa!
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– Não sabes que não podes usar aqui o telemóvel? – disse o Afonso, mal se aproximaram da irmã.
– Porquê… porque tu dizes? Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

isso é… uma bolinha de pêlo ao colo!!! :)