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. “
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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. “
The Blaze “My husband bu:rned my only decent dress so I couldn’t attend his promotion party.” The words echoed in my mind as the…