... for saving me.
A few minutes ago I was trying to plug off the printer to plug in the speekers so we could listen an interview that my wife's friend made with the mayor of São Paulo at the Gay Parade.
Dumb Jer. Eletric sock!
A few seconds later I felt something weird around my neck and it was my gold necklace... one of the little rings melted. The nacklace is a "escapulario" (name in portuguese and spanish, don't know the name in english)
My heart is beating fast. I could have felt down or something worse. Thank you, God.
A few minutes ago I was trying to plug off the printer to plug in the speekers so we could listen an interview that my wife's friend made with the mayor of São Paulo at the Gay Parade.
Dumb Jer. Eletric sock!
A few seconds later I felt something weird around my neck and it was my gold necklace... one of the little rings melted. The nacklace is a "escapulario" (name in portuguese and spanish, don't know the name in english)
My heart is beating fast. I could have felt down or something worse. Thank you, God.
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