Lets have a Drink





Eu nunca fui muito fã de bebidas alcoólicas. 

Não tem minha cara beber cerveja, vinho entre outros. Eu já provei muitas coisas, mas nada era tão gostoso assim. Amarula era a única bebida que eu gostava, mas um cálice já estava de bom tamanho. 
Mas a umas semanas atrás fui na cada de uma amiga e ela me deu essa cidra para beber, muito gostosa mas eu só dei um gole e deixei para la. 


Sábado fui na casa de outra amiga que tinha o mesmo drink e dessa vez eu tomei mais, que delicia. Domingo teve um churrasco e eu tinha comprado essa bebidinha e os morangos. Ela é fraquinha, mas faz sucesso entre as mulheres.

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