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That's us. The baddest members of the XY Gen. We will write all about it in our future, Pulitzer Prize-winning book. Here we are, in your living room (I, laying on the floor, surprise, surprise, and you are sitting on the couch, writing your paper), just two Berkeley girls in Brazil, currently talking about body modification, being PC, and how during the "communication age" we are more divided than ever. How I enjoy these convos, I must say. And you're right, there aren't many people who would be responsive enough to carry on a discussion of this nature. The worst (or best...) part of that is, that these conversations, are our normal everyday adventures into mind expansion. Yeah, it's pretty much the norm here in Iza's living room. Oh the things we learn from each other. And how I wish there were more people in the world like you (although no one would compare!).

Well, ma, your battery is about to die because I have been on your computer the entire night. I have been at your house the entire night. Iza, Carol, and Dalva must think my mae doesn't feed me...uhhh, by the way, thanks for dinner. My barriga is getting bigger everyday! Me and my belly are a good team.

Beijos my love. I will now exit your apartemento and vai to my own abode to study...or something to that effect.

Boa noite! See you tomorrow!
(right now you are talking about how you are going to build your kitchen on the fourth floor of your future house so that you won't have such easy access to it...and now you are talking about why you don't like cookies and chips...haha!!)

love,
S