



The Last Trip
byLaris Neal•~9min
Genres & Atmosphere
Over time, those trips became more frequent. Two, three, four times a year. Then six, seven, eight times. I went every two or three months, sometimes less, always finding a way. It was only natural that after so many comings and goings, I was finally arriving never to leave.
Synopsis
Over time, those trips became more frequent. Two, three, four times a year. Then six, seven, eight times. I went every two or three months, sometimes less, always finding a way. It was only natural that after so many comings and goings, I was finally arriving never to leave.
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View profileLaris Neal, 23 anos, formada em Licenciatura em Letras português/inglês, Revisora, escritora, aquariana, ribeirão-pretana...
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