Brazilian Soap Opera A Favorita

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High boy, a few years older, somewhat disheveled brown hair, watched as he extended sleeves worn dark blue sweater.
- What you are reading now? - Question about it.

"You do not want Victor said closing the book and looking up finally.

were atGillen more in the courtyard, a tall, like his brother, brown hair and gray eyes. The young man's shirt, tie and vest fabric would watch it. And she could not take his eyes off him.

"She is my sister," Now remember Ivan? Iris.

- Ah! Hi Iris, "said extending his hand.

She replied, somewhat confused by the formal gesture. The moment his hands together lasted an eternity in your head, touch something rude of him, in contrast to lto finesse it. The force with which the close seemed to send an electric current through his whole nervous system totally ineffective. Suddenly there was the patio, or his brother, only two of them, in a homogeneous universe of bright colors.

now recognize him, was a classmate of his brother, had never seen him up close, the few times she approached him at the institute, was to fight for something.

"Man, you're too formal," I mutter something annoying Victor taking the mate, while his friend shruggedto shoulder some just-this cold.

"It's the usual.

was several moments of silence until the girl shrugged taking the seat arms, uncovered, while the cold shiver which fell into account now.

-Go get a coat Iris, before Mom challenges you, "he said taking the kettle by the handle," Ivan, you want mate? I'm going to make hot water, there is still dinner-ended turning to the kitchen.

She immediately got up, kept his eyes fixed on him, leaving the book and accommodating awkwardly wearing black T-shirt on the bell lap cream.

Without improving the skills of their feet ran up the stairs black iron filigree end of the courtyard, not looking back quickly climbed the stairs. Only when he was at the top, were encouraged to look again, Ivan and not watched, but was sitting in his place, drawing with index finger golden lines that drew the title of the book "The Divine Comedy"

came into her room and feeling something stirred in her cheeks burning, her heart beating hard and fast, letting out a long sigh as he dropped onto the bed. In his, nothing normal, fifteen years, never felt anything like it, not even magic could resemble what had been recently.