a night when six friends meet around a table after 13 years and have all the same faces.
They changed almost every area, they begin to make evaluations, but no one has forgotten the courtyard where you spent the afternoon: it turns out unexpected things, or that in all these years were expected.
"You know, your house I remember. Every time I pass your way to throw an eye to your door."
Things like that.
And at the end of the evening is all exactly as before, and for us that way we played, and quite a bit, still play the same way, the threshold of thirty.
After all, in each of thirteen at the time was already the seed of what would become.
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