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I do not remember many things of my Reveillon. I know that it had a lethal amount of whisky 12 years, high music and many balloons with gas helium. But a promise I remember. I made for a citizen that never had seen and that I do not remember the name. At that moment, in full line of the bathroom, for some reason better, it considered it mine friend. I sinned a balloon, I inspired to the gas helium and said with that fine voice of livened up drawing: "Expensive, in this necessary year to bring up to date my site more". E it answered sabiamente: "It is this there, happy new year". E then I came back pra normal life with this promise in the luggage. We go to see if I obtain to keep it until the carnival in rio de janeiro, at least.