<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489494389393117077</id><updated>2011-11-16T08:48:41.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>youngteen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yongteen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489494389393117077/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yongteen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Youngteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16193680158933811966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489494389393117077.post-3106151745942759312</id><published>2011-11-14T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T08:42:56.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quinta feira. 23 de novembro de 2006, o telefone toca, o pai atende.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Alo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-E&amp;nbsp; do hospital central de “&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “,gostaria de falar com Isabel Fercondini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Sim, so um minuto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mauro avisa a Isabel que estão ligando do hospital e querendo falar com ela, muito preocupada atende ao telefone rapidamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Não acredito isso não pode esta acontecendo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Chorando&amp;nbsp; – Sim, sim estou indo imediatamente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Isabel desce as escadas em busca de Mauro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Mauro, Annabel morreu!&amp;nbsp; -em prantos- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Como? Como, pode ter acontecido isso? E o garoto Isabel, como ele ficara?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Não sei, quando chegarmos ao hospital resolveremos,avise ao Nicolas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nicolas aparece e vendo sua mãe chorar pergunta: o que aconteceu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Filho faz um favor para sua mãe, leva a Emily na escola, pois eu e seu pai temos que resolver um assunto muito sério, explico depois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Sim, tudo bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vejo meu pai pegando as chaves do carro e vou ao seu encontro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Calma meu querido, ainda nem tomei o café da manha! Rindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Filha o Nicolas vai lhe deixar na escola. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fiquei preocupada, pois meu pai estava muito serio, ele so fica assim quando algo esta errado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Pai, o que aconteceu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Não posso lhe explicar agora, so quando eu voltar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-E o senhor vai aonde?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Vou em “&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Já que o senhor vai La, tem a obrigação de me trazer um presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Tudo bem filha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4489494389393117077-3106151745942759312?l=yongteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yongteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3106151745942759312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yongteen.blogspot.com/2011/11/quinta-feira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489494389393117077/posts/default/3106151745942759312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4489494389393117077/posts/default/3106151745942759312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yongteen.blogspot.com/2011/11/quinta-feira.html' title=''/><author><name>Youngteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16193680158933811966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
