Aline Novak E Duda !!top!! [HOT]

“No,” Duda agreed. She jumped down and knelt beside Aline, their shoulders touching. “You need someone to hand you the right tool. And to tell you that your bun is crooked.”

“Why do you care?” Aline whispered.

They moved into a small apartment in Vila Madalena, with a balcony that faced west. On Sundays, Duda played her guitar while Aline graded reports. On rainy nights, they argued about whether feijoada was better with or without okra (Duda was wrong, but Aline learned to let it go). aline novak e duda

Aline turned her head. In the dim light of the blinking server lights, Duda’s face was close—so close that Aline could see the tiny freckle above her left eyebrow. She had never noticed it before. “No,” Duda agreed

“No,” Aline replied, surprising herself. “We’re just calibrated differently.” And to tell you that your bun is crooked

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