Chapter 2 THE BUTCHER AND DEATH

LONG, AND FEEL THAT HISTORY COMES.

ONE DAY DONA ROSALINA HAS BEEN DRINKING FOR MORE OF THE ACCOUNTS, DUE TO AN EXCELLENT DAY OF SALES OF MEAT, IT RESOLVED TO TALK, AND IT WAS ROSILDA THAT HAD THE SUBJECT.

TALK MOTHER, BECAUSE SO MUCH IN THE FAMILY, MISTER ROSEVALDO PICKED HIS PINGA BOTTLE AND LEFT TO THE BALCONY, HE DIDN'T LIKE THAT HISTORY.

DONA ROSALINA BEGAN TO TELL, THE STORY OF THE R, HAD A GREAT PASSION FOR THE NAME OF ROBERCIONE.

MY LEG WAS SOFT, THE PANTIES WET WHEN I SEEN THAT MAN, A MADNESS, IT WAS EVIL AND NOT GOD'S THING.

I WAS DISCONTINUED ENTIRELY, HE HAD ME TO BARK I LATI, HE HAD TO JUMP I JUMPED, KEEP ME TO BREAST I WAS BORED ... IT WASN'T THEM OF THE DEMON.

I SO FILLED ROBERCIONE, IN MY LIFE, AT HOME SO THOUGHT ABOUT IT, IN COLEGIO SO THOUGHT ABOUT IT, AT THE FAIR WITH MY FATHER SO THOUGHT ABOUT IT.

THE TAL OF THE ROBERCIONE WAS THE OXYGEN OF ROSALINE, ONE BREATHED THE OTHER, THEY FEEL THE PRESENCE TO DISTANCE FROM EACH OTHER, AND TO KILOMETERS.

ON THE DAY OF THE MARRIAGE OF ROBERCIONE AND ROSALINA, IN