Weegies and Portuguese
February 11th 2006 It’s a glorious day. The sun is bright in a perfect blue sky. The palm trees rustle softly in a warm northerly breeze. I’ve just moored the yacht and am making my way up the gently sloping cliff path in my white Man-from-Delmonte suit and Panama hat. As I reach the top of the path, the large Tuscan-style white mansion house appears in the perfectly landscaped gardens. To the side of the house,
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