Prices fell. Five reis, three reis, two reis, one reis. Still nothing.
Then a deep voice rose at the back of the square:
“Seven cents. “
Daily weird news, epic fails and hilarious moments from across America.
Prices fell. Five reis, three reis, two reis, one reis. Still nothing.
Then a deep voice rose at the back of the square:
“Seven cents. “
I was only fifteen when they dressed me in white and convinced me I was the luckiest girl in the village. Everyone smiled at…