Chapter 8 THE CHRONICLES OF A DIARIST

WAS KNOWING WHO WAS WHO, ONCE ONLY ONE OF THEM WAS WORKING, ME AND TANIA WERE CONFUSED TO KNOW IF WHO WAS MARIA SALETE OR MARIA CELESTE.

I STARTED GOING DOWN OF THE DAY, LIKE A GARBLER, I SPOKE OUT LOUD INSIDE THE BUS, AND FOR ALL TO HEAR, IT WAS ALL WITHOUT MADNESS, I CONFESS.

SALETE YOUR HEAVENLY SISTER, IT'S FATTER THAN YOU, AND MUTTER ALSO, AND EAT HEIM, WHEN HE IS NERVOUS, AND OUT THE SWEAT UNDER THE ARM.

I AM THE CELESTE SAW FRIEND?, GETTING UP BITCH IN LIFE AND SITTING ON THE LAST SEAT OF THE BUS, COMING FROM SEVERAL UGLY NAME, TANIA WITH A ASS, TANIA PURIED IN THE PANTIES OF SO MUCH SMILING AT THE, AND THE PASSENGERS.

THEY DID NOT HOLD A RANCOR, ME AND TANIA WERE THEIR ONLY FRIENDS ON THE BUS, TO GO TALKING TO WORK, WE WERE DAY DAYS IN THE SAME BUILDING.

A QUARTET, CELIA, TANIA, MARIA SALETE AND MARIA CELESTE, THE DRIVER WAS NOW LUIZÃO, TANIA WAS PUZZLED FOR HIM.

HE SAID THAT THE BUS WAS HEAVIER AFTER THE TWINS' ARRIVAL, THE PASSENGERS, WHO WERE ALWAYS THE SAME AT THAT TIME, AND BUSES, BULLYING WITH THE TWO.

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