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not to confuse Jordana's head any further, they decided to stop the sex. Friendship spoke louder. Jordana was seven years old, lived in the city center with her mother and spent every weekend at the farm with Carlo. Now he was watching TV and it was an interesting program about quail farming. His stomach was empty, the damn woman rode his dick without a break, taking everything from him, all his energy, he even felt a bit anemic. — If it wasn't a case of rape or murder, give a lecture and let everyone go. — he said, on the cell phone, throwing the sheet to the side before getting out of bed. They broke the country hall. - Identifies all messages and waits for Damião to record the occurrence of damage to his property. - Damião was armed, is here too. He walked down the hallway, still naked, until he reached the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and saw what was for dinner. Hmm, Sueli's sausage, good choice, he thought. — Take his gun and dismiss him. — He opened the disposable packaging, took a cutlery and sat at the table, devouring dinner. Sueli owned a restaurant that also worked with lunchboxes. She fed him every day, leaving the food ready at the police station. That way she didn't need to make food. The house was cleaned by a team from the city, led by Vanusa, his former lover who was now dating the owner of a flower shop. — That wasn't how the old police chief worked... — Complaining doesn't make me leave the house. — the food was excellent, although it lacked salt. He heard yelling on the other end of the call. — Damn, who ordered the woman to be arrested? Did she rape or kill someone? — The women were at the break. — Release it, damn it. — He picked a small piece of chicken with his fork and stopped it in the air when he heard the scream: you're going to see my lawyers! Ralé is badass! — Who is this interesting person? — he smiled to himself. Laredo and its peculiarities. — Oh, she's crazy. — Get the crazy woman’s name. If she has a connection with a politician, apologize and take her home. I don't want to bother with the gang. - Yes sir. He threw the Styrofoam packaging into the trash can, washed his hands in the kitchen sink, and dried them with the kitchen towel. He was unsure whether to make a cup of coffee or snack on the pudding that Maria Zilda left him at the police station. The women of Laredo were the most affectionate, dedicated, homely and excellent cooks. —Valentine Messano. The