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For my goddaughter Lara. A beautiful ray of sunshine. It was very early in the morning and Otto the Octopus was still sound a...
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- Paula
- Born in Mozambique, she grew up in South Africa and has travelled widely, both as a student and a teacher of English as a Foreign Language. Nasceu em Moçambique, cresceu na África do Sul e tem viajado extensamente, tanto como estudante como professora de Inglês como língua estrangeira.
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