Dearest Evandro

Dearest Evandro

Dearest Evandro,

I’m sorry to have discovered your secret. It was a mistake, but now the world knows you exist.

What were the odds of that? (I believe about 1 in 3409353). Still, pretty unlikely.

It’s a shame Cruzeiro didn’t want you. And let’s face it, neither do it.

Because in order to remember your name I will have to forget something important,

Such as Auntie Maggie’s birthday

And she knows who you are.

So the wretched circle begins.

Woe is we.

– Scott Sandwich


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