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Anonymous said…
Sara,

Vens passar o Natal a Lisboa?
Vais à missa do galo ao Colégio?Nem o vais reconhecer depois das obras!

Um beijinho
Filipa Burguette
Restelo said…
Se estiver a nevar, faz favor de tirar umas fotos postá-las aqui.

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