



The Boy Who Have a Record
byLevy A•~2min
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“Why you don’t clean YOUR room, mom? I don't like your BOYFRIEND, mom...” Bright eyes and a dimpled smile hid more than anyone might think. That's what Oskar learned after using them countless times with his mother, especially after showing her a new composition. 'That doesn't make any sense...' 'Poetry makes sense to those who know how to listen, Mom' And then you're out the door, with your green keyboard around your neck and an old backpack on your back.
Synopsis
“Why you don’t clean YOUR room, mom?
I don't like your BOYFRIEND, mom...”
Bright eyes and a dimpled smile hid more than anyone might think. That's what Oskar learned after using them countless times with his mother, especially after showing her a new composition.
'That doesn't make any sense...'
'Poetry makes sense to those who know how to listen, Mom' And then you're out the door, with your green keyboard around your neck and an old backpack on your back.
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View profileLeitora ávida, escritora desesperada e desenfreada, desenhista sem vergonha e meio imoral... Com quase 22 anos, ainda buscando futuro nesse...
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