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Dulce Maria Cardoso | |||||||||||||||
i have never sold a house but it seems easy, a signature and i’ll never again belong to it, your daughter can’t even sign her name, Baltazar, are you how ghosts are killed the buyers must be arriving, and if I can’t sign my name, if the letters begin to move away from my will as on the afternoon of the identity card, none of this will happen, if Angelo or Dora had come with me I wouldn’t be thinking about this nonsense, the woman at the registry office asked me to repeat my name and the letters moved even further away from each other, |
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b. 1964 Portugal | |||||||||||||||
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