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Brazil Brazil. Every time I think of Brazil, I canft help but miss it. There is just something about that place, that makes me long for it. Something about that place that makes me feel as if I were gone from home, even though I wasnft born there, and Ifve only just visited the country. I miss the city. The cars whizzing buy, all the people with things to do rushing around so they arenft late. I miss the food that kept on coming to no end. The breads, the cheeses, and the chocolates that would melt in your mouthcmaking you feel guilty for indulging in something so good. But, I also miss the other side of Brazil. The side that didnft have good food or new cars. The side that smelled so badly of sewer that it would sting your nose when you breathed in.
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