aquele momento em que os hobbits saem da sala a trautear tchaikovsky. arrumo a tralha e a sala e saio de sorriso pateta que não consigo sacudir.
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that moment when the hobbits leave the classroom humming tchaikovsky. i pack my stuff, clear up the room and leave with a silly smile i just can’t brush off.

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