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We were sitting around the pad in Sao Conrado tonight, looking out over the ocean at a spectacular sunset, enjoying another calm moment in our newfound paradise of domestic bliss.
 She was sitting in one of the big old armchairs, drawing an amazingly complex multidimensional projection for Alessandra’s birthday present, listening to Artie Shaw’s wailing big band clarinet. I was kicking back on the sofa reading a very good book I just stumbled across called 7 tattoos. Very good book! Enthralling writing by some dude I’ve never heard of. Since I picked it up this morning I’ve been unable to put it down, which is pretty rare for me.
 Suddenly she says, “I wrote a book once.”
 What?!
 ”I turned around and faced her.
 ”Fala serio. Are you serious?”
 ”I wrote a book, yes,” she repeated blankly.
 ”Where is it?” I asked.
 ”Thats a good question,” she said.
 ”You don’t know where it is?”
 ”Nope. Don’ to remember… I was sixteen year old,” she added, as if that fact should explain all. Which, knowing a bit about Narcisa’s adolescence, it in fact did.
 ”It was called ‘Incognita’.” She said.
 I was amazed. I am usually amazed by Narcisa. I was amazed again. Anyway.
 ”What did it deal with, this book you wrote, baby?”
 ”Philosophy,” she declared nonchalantly.
 Of course.

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NOTIFIÇAO: Os eventos relatados neste site são contos de ficção - registrados na Biblioteca Nacional como ficção com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor, Jonathan Shaw. Os personagens mencionados são interamente ficticios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa viva ou morta se trata de pura coincidência. As vários fotografias apresentadas se encontram com o rosto distorcido para preservar o anonimato das modelos que representam personagens fictícios.