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romanticized

romanticized

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In one of those yellow buses in Curitiba, a possible love story unfolds between any two girls. If we disregard who they really are and put a filter on all the scenes, they look like they came out of a movie! The story is told in fragments seen from the outside. The narrator, who routinely takes the bus with the characters, is an anonymous, witty, and full of references. Very observant and especially creative. All we know are the small gestures and words captured here and there: the rest are her fantasies. But what does it matter? In the end, the result is the same.
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