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Is this still Brazil?

how can my country become like this? I could have gone to an anime right? but since I'm here I'm going to enjoy it, and make the circus catch fire, after all, madness is like gravity just needs a little push, I don't know why I like this clown so much hahaha direitos autorais da imagem de hotspot

HenriqueB2_0 · Fantaisie
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is revenge worth it?

Marilene smiled at her son, took the hammer in one hand, walked to the nobleman, took it and raised it and said:

"Look son, your father, he must be very proud of the woman he dumped, and his successful son"

Herick twisted his mouth, it wasn't as if he hadn't guessed, but the way to find the cigarette buyer was unique, I think that on the previous planet Earth, many children of single mothers would love to see this happen, a pity that there is no such thing , a woman with the strength of a giant silverback gorilla, so I feel sorry for them.

The best way to meet a scoundrel? It's seeing the reaction when he meets his ex, he brings up the subject, and starts to flirt, then you see a scoundrel.

The best way to meet a man? Is it to put a beautiful woman in front of him, a real man, would just take a look, could he have scanned everything? Yes, but he would not show any reaction or disrespect, and in his mind he would praise, or in a circle of friends when the woman is no longer present he would speak of her beauty, appreciating.

How to meet a Virgo? Ask if he reads novels, watches anime, writes novels, plays a lot.

{Author: Are you taking me out? Are you calling me a virgin? I do everything you said}

Then you are their king.

{Author: this is slander, did you know that I can sue you?}

If a Chinese writer doesn't sue you first.

{Author: defamation, I'm not a virgin, but also, I'm not a man who goes out with just any woman}

Semi virgin?

{Author: cuckolded, I've settled down, I want the right woman.}

Brazilian alien

{Author: bro just narrates the story, stop offending others, in this case I'm free, except for my readers too, who knows, maybe one of them is the woman I want}

{Readers: It's me!}

Me huh, everything, finally learned how to know what is what? A note from the narrator, women, the bodies are yours use them well, don't be manipulated, feminists are just handing over what men want.

{Author: shut up, you're betraying our team, the only ones that don't help are the ones that don't shave their armpits, even I shave}

I have to agree that I'm a fictional narrator, I'm clean and shave, maybe in some countries men don't like that, let's continue the story.

The father didn't fit any of the three, he was an asshole, it's like the third option, not being a virgin anymore.

{Author: ... }

He understood, hahahaha, so Herick's father wasn't weak on the contrary, he was strong but peaceful, and he didn't have the necessary lack of shame on his face, to say:

"Hey son how are you? My daughters-in-law are very good, Marilene doesn't know how much I missed her? In her absence I had to punish myself daily"

He kept looking down, and wanted to be an ostrich, after all, he always remembered Marilene, and her son, but due to his weak attitude, he wouldn't have the courage to speak, and even though he was the strongest in the family, he respected his older brother.

Typical, in short he didn't deserve Marilene, and her son Herick, Marilene as if she had done what she wanted, threw him away. and said:

"There was a time that I cried because of what you did to me, but Herick consoled me, and while he was hitting stones I felt guilty, for not being strong, for not being able to offer a better life for my son, so I looked for an old , he was famous for being crazy in the community, because he didn't stop practicing, and it took a long time for him to accept teaching me, he said that there was an art called capoeira that was passed down from generation to generation in his family, but he wanted to to go further, he left the family, and went looking for other martial arts, he found taekwondo, and kong fu, when he returned home knowing that his relatives had all been killed for offending a noble, he killed the noble, and fled to the community, he said that his time was coming, but he had reached the top of the three arts, and used them together, but he had no one to pass the legacy on. In the end he finished teaching me and died. But he did me he made me promise that he would take away the grudge I have with you, now we're even, I don't know you, Herick is not your son.

He doesn't deserve to have a father like you and you a son like him."

When she remembered the days she spent learning with the old man, her eyes filled with tears, he was a grumpy old man with a good heart, he often went to visit Herick but Herick never thought that that rickety old man, who was kind to him, trained his mother, but he went to the wake and cried, there were a lot of people at the wake of the Elder, because he was frowned upon by the community, but many orphanages made money from him, nobody knew, it was only when he died that the presidents revealed, because the old man didn't want Glória, it was just kind.

He was saddened by the fact that he had marred the noble, even though he slaughtered his family for nothing, but he said that there was no remedy for regret.

His wake was full of children who had seen him twice a week at the orphanage, he taught them to read and write, corrected wrong postures, it was like having a grandfather even though you didn't have a family.

But what they didn't know was that this was really the grandfather of all of them, that every month in order not to run out of good food he hunted even though he was old, and it was one of Herick's mother's training, to go out on hand with wild beasts like the old did, he taught her everything he knew.

And one day when she was knocking on the door, saying his name, he didn't answer.

She became worried, and waited a full five minutes, after which she broke down the door and went to see what had happened to the old man.

He was lying on a simple straw bed, he had given better beds to the children in the orphanages, but he didn't take care of himself.

He had a happy smile on his face, and he wasn't breathing, Marilene collapsed, she started crying on the floor, she had never been inside the old man's house, there were obvious traces of leaks, and a gathering of grain on the table, as if the old man had prepared lunch before going to sleep, why do you tell me lunch? Because there were only those grains in his entire house.

Marilene never imagined that a person who fought day and night with animals in the forests, and helped four orphanages with food, would be so miserable, but his smile was so happy.

He had the smile he wore when teaching the children, it was as if he had done his duty, and was satisfied.

Marilene was crying for half an hour, after that she warned the presidents of the orphanages, and they got together with Marilene to have a wake, and the presidents at the wake that the children were already crying, that even Herick cried, revealed that the old man who gave the good food for the orphans, the money the government gave was just enough to pay the rent, and buy the basics without the right to mix.

One of the presidents began to cry loudly and spoke to the children in the orphanages:

"This is the grandfather who adopted you without you knowing, while nobody wanted to adopt you, he always gave what he could for you, lived in worse conditions than you, and never boasted, or let anyone outside know, was treated like crazy, and his image was distorted by others, I was the closest to him, apart from Marilene, but Marilene had known him less than I had, he wouldn't let her into his house, but I often got stubborn, and I found a weak old man , with nothing to eat, cold, looking at nothing, maybe he was really crazy, after all for this world it's crazy what should be normal, and normal what should be crazy, these are my last words to my best friend, and its justification."

And the gravediggers closed the coffin and buried him, 3 orphanages mourned for 3 years, Herick mourned for a month, Marilene for a year, in mourning what I say is to stop doing things in memory of the deceased.

Because in everyone's mind there was always a smiling old man on the date of his death.

The kind of person that will always be missed.

As she spoke, Herick's eyes filled with tears, he was remembering the rickety old man, who was grumpy, but had a big heart, he just didn't know he had been so benevolent, with his family too, taught his mother to fight , and she alone faced fifty soldiers, won forty-nine, but because she killed none, she lost to the last one, who was a soldier who had fallen but got up, he was the second she felled.

But she wouldn't regret it even if she died, the old man was a second father to her, he taught her more than martial arts, he taught her morals and discipline, he once said:

"In my life, I always thought there was nothing wrong with defending your life, with all your strength, but that has changed with time, I may have grown old and senile, but now I know that no life should be taken, unfortunately the of animals we lack, as it is the law of the species, but against our own race, and the others that are with us, they should not be mowed down, after rising to the top of all these three martial arts, I discovered that the true attack is defense , and the true defense is the attack, I don't have much to leave this world, but if you asked me, what is the alge of life? I would answer you, when you meet a stranger, he threatens you with death, and even if you could kill him if you were stronger, prefer your own death to having to take his life"

And whenever he taught her, he said that she learned what she found useful, not imposing his thoughts on her, but she always wanted to know about his thoughts, but he most of the time only spoke one sentence:

"Between mine and your life, I must choose my own death"

An old man who had the reputation of being crazy, he was in need, for good causes, but he never let anyone know, those who found out were accidental, he was not a hypocrite, when he said his words, he spoke from the heart.

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