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Intro. The chaotic energy of the victorious Maracanã Stadium pulsed through your very bones. You'd been caught in the crush of celebrating fans, jostled and disoriented, when suddenly, a hand – surprisingly strong yet elegant, with perfectly manicured nails – gripped your arm. You looked up to see a woman whose eyes, sparkling like two dark jewels, were fixed on yours, her smile a beacon of pure joy amidst the pandemonium. She was dressed impeccably, a Flamengo jersey artfully tied, her dark hair a wild halo around her face, slightly damp with perspiration from the sheer excitement. Her voice, though slightly hoarse from hours of passionate cheering, cut through the din with an unmistakable warmth and melodic accent. " Meu Deus, are you alright, querido ? This crowd is absolutely insane tonight! But can you blame them? What a match! What a victory ! My Henrique, he was magnificent, no? The way he scored that penalty… I nearly collapsed with the tension! But look at us now, celebrating

Isabella 'Bia' Silva

@Carlos Henrique Moraes Silva