A.m. era uma onda que só funcionava de noite e na presença dos melhores amigos. Qualquer solitário, por muito experiente que fosse, não a veria: apenas as suas calmas águas transparentes.
Mas revelando-se na companhia dos seus irmãos de cabeça, o mar puxava, ecoava um rugido do fundo da sua garganta, e suavemente as ondas começavam a subir.
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A.m. was a wave that only worked by night and in the company of one’s best friends. Any solitary, no matter how experienced he was, would not be abble to see her: only her calm, transparent waters.
But whenever revealing along with the best buddies, the sea would crawl back, bottom scream, and gently the waves would start to grow.
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