<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039395733351311182</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:32:02.545-07:00</updated><category term='Fic'/><title type='text'>Jullya e Michael</title><subtitle type='html'>Um blog de fãs de MJ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02992706879528259648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJH4Ekac6k/S2hKtIUtuBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X22Mq9Y_5js/S220/Ebonyyy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039395733351311182.post-1521167081802913997</id><published>2010-04-10T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T06:21:01.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cap. 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O doutor chega e Michael desesperado diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- E então doutor? Como está a May e o meu filho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Estão muito bem, Michael! A queda foi leve, não houve fraturas! E por sorte ela caiu de costas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ahh! Graças a Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ela só ficará de repouso aqui no hospital esta noite! Amanhã cedinho ela ja tem alta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Então tá doutor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Vá descansar MJ! Ela vai ficar bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- NÃO! Eu vou ficar aqui com ela, cuidando dela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Michael...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Por favor, doutor! Deixa eu dormir na sala com ela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Tá bom MJ! Mas ela não pode se emocionar muito tá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Tá bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Nem lembre da Lisa pra ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Tá bom! Obrigada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Magina! Já pode ir se quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Tá bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Michael abre a porta da sala com muito cuidado e então ve May deitada dormindo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Michael a olha por um tempo e então ela acorda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Michael? Está aí, amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Estou sim! Estou aqui pra cuidar de voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Michael, nosso filho tá bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Tá siim! Tá muito bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Aii que bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Michael a beija nos lábios e diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Hoje voce passará essa noite aqui no hospital mas amanha voce ja tem alta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ahh Michael! Que bom rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Hoje vou passar essa noite com voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- NÃO! DE JEITO NENHUM! Vá descansar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Não May! Não vou deixar voce aqui!Tenho medo que a Lisa faça algo de ruim com voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Michael.........nem me lembre da Lisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ahh tá bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As horas se passam e Michael deita no sofá e acaba dormindo! Michael acorda várias vezes no meio da noite e então não consegue mais dormir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando amanhece, Michael vai ao encontro do doutor e então diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Já posso levá-la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Espere ela acordar! Quando ela acordar voce já pode levar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Tá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com cinco minutos May acorda e Michael diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Já quer ir para casa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Claro! Vamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Michael a beija nos labios e então eles vão para casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando May chega lá ela diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Michael, preparei uma surpresa pra voce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Que surpresa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Sabe, quando eu tava no quarto, eu pedi ao doutor para que ele me revelasse o sexo do bebê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ele revelou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Siim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Qual é o sexo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Adivinha........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Sei lá! FALA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- É uma menininha linda Michael, lindaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Michael abraça May e então quando eles menos esperam a campainha da casa toca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Michael vai atender:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Pois não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Olá! Posso conversar com voce e a Mayara? - diz Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Priscilla? O que está fazendo aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Preciso conversar com voces! Por favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Tá bom! Entre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Priscilla entra e May se espanta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- O que ela está fazendo aqui Michael?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Calma May, ela só quer conversar conosco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Priscilla se senta e fala a May:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Me desculpe pela Lisa ontem! Ela está louca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ela quase me fez perder a minha filha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- É uma menina?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Siim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Mas peço que desculpe ela! Voce e o Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Todos se calam e então Michael diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Priscilla, eu perdôo a Lisa! Mas se ela fizer de novo....eu vou denunciar ela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Entendo a raiva de voces, mas...tenham compaixão dela! Pelo amor de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Priscilla, entenda....nós não denunciamos ela ainda porque temos dó dela! Agora ela quis matar minha filha e quis ferir a May! Ela que tem que ter compaixão de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Bom....só quero saber de voces perdoam ela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Por minha parte eu perdôo! - diz Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- E voce Mayara? - diz Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Eu a perdôo também! Mas ela precisa ter conciência!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Obrigada a voces dois!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Então Priscilla vai embora e Michael fecha a porta! No mesmo momento em que Michael fecha a porta, Priscilla se encontra com Lisa e diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Eles te perdoaram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- É mesmo? Que idiotas! Vou me aproximar deles e voce vai ver o que eu vou fazer! - diz Lisa dando risada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Lisa! Não abuse muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Pode deixar comigo mãe! Eles vão ter o que merecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039395733351311182-1521167081802913997?l=jullyaemichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/feeds/1521167081802913997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/04/cap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/1521167081802913997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/1521167081802913997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/04/cap.html' title=''/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02992706879528259648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJH4Ekac6k/S2hKtIUtuBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X22Mq9Y_5js/S220/Ebonyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039395733351311182.post-2144907997569232522</id><published>2010-04-04T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T11:44:41.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael e a Amiga / Solte a Imaginação Parte 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cap. 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Michael e May sentam e então Michael segura na mão de May e diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Você está melhor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Sim! Estou! Mas fico preocupada com o que a Lisa pode fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- May, May! Esquece a Lisa! Ela deve estar querendo mudar de planeta a essas horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Michael, se eu fosse voce eu ficava mais atento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Bom, May o que voce vai querer? - diz Michael fugindo do assunto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Algo saudável, por causa do bebê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Tá ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Assim os dois jantam e Lisa entra no restaurante! Lisa entra discretamente, mas entra disfarçada! Lisa senta em uma mesa próxima da de Michael e May! Lisa os observa com muito ódio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;May que estava muito assustada ainda, olha ao redor do restaurante e sente uma pressão nas costas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Aaaii! Michael, eu não estou bem! Senti uma pressão nas costas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- May querida! Deve ser o bebê que está se mexendo, nada grave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Não! Eu to sentindo uma coisa ruim por perto! Eu quero ir embora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- May, vamos jantar primeiro, pro favor! É rápido! Já vamos embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Michael..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lisa percebe que May ainda está muito frágil com o que houve e então aproveita da fragilidade da moça para poder fazer algum mal a eles! Lisa havia escondido um romance secreto com Justin Timberlake enquanto estava namorando MJ! Justin tinha raiva de MJ por ele ser o Rei do Pop e então queria mal a Michael também! Lisa, no entanto estava dependendo muito de Timberlake para fazer mal a Michael e Lisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando Michael e May terminam de comer, Timberlake chega no restaurante e então vai cumprimetar Michael:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Olá Michael! Tudo bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ohh meu amigo! Tudo bem siim! E contigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Também! Olá Mayara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Olá - diz May com muito medo e com muita pressão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Michael, preciso conversar contigo! Vamos lá fora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Justin, a Mayara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Não! Ela vai ficar bem né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Vai Michael! Eu fico aqui te esperando - diz May preocupada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Justin leva Michael para fora do restaurante então Lisa senta no lugar de Michael e diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- É! Michael caiu certinho no meu plano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;May sem reconhecer a mulher diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Quem é voce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ahh meu Deus! A gravidinha não me reconheceu? Eu sou aquela que vai acabar com a sua felicidade e com a felicidade do MJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- LISA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Siim querida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Sai de perto de mim! Sai daqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Calma, calma! - diz Lisa num tom de ironia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;May sai com pressa do restaurante e então quando chega lá fora, Lisa agarra o braço de May e diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Voce quer escapar, mas voce não escapa! Nem seu filho vai escapar disso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Voce pode fazer mal a mim, menos ao meu filho! Eu vou te denunciar Lisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Voce está mexendo com a pessoa errada! Melhor ficar quietinha no seu canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- NÃO! Voce vai pagar por tudo, tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lisa dá um tapa na cara de May e a empurra! Michael e ve e socorre May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- MAAY! MAAAY! O que aconteceu? Lisaaa! Pare com isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Aiii Michael! Tá doendo minha barriga Michael!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Espere, vou te levar no medico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com uns 5 minutos a ambulancia chega e May vai para o hospital! Michael fica ancioso a espera de mais noticias! Quando passa-se 30 minutos, o doutor chega para falar sobre o estado de May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039395733351311182-2144907997569232522?l=jullyaemichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/feeds/2144907997569232522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/04/michael-e-amiga-solte-imaginacao-parte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/2144907997569232522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/2144907997569232522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/04/michael-e-amiga-solte-imaginacao-parte.html' title='Michael e a Amiga / Solte a Imaginação Parte 7'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02992706879528259648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJH4Ekac6k/S2hKtIUtuBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X22Mq9Y_5js/S220/Ebonyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039395733351311182.post-8180391691788101432</id><published>2010-03-18T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T13:55:20.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael e a Amiga / Solte a Imaginação Parte 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cap. 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Como assim? Esperando um filho meu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Michael, me perdoe! Eu tentei evitar a gravidez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Não May! Eu adorei a noticia mas o problema vai ser a Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ai Deus! Ela vai me matar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Eu vou ter que me separar dela! Eu também não estava aguentando mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Michael, espero que voce saiba o que está fazendo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- E eu sei, May! Eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;May desce as escadas e conta a Janet que Michael tomou uma decisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Janet, o Michael vai se separar da Lisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Hã? O que? Se separar da Lisa? Como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Quando a Lisa chegar o Michael vai se separar dela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- May, do céu! Ela vai morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Eu não tenho culpa - Diz May chorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As duas se abraçam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Passando-se 2 horas depois de MJ saber que iria ser pai, Lisa liga para ele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Amor, cheguei! To indo pra sua casa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Oh Lisa, venha sim, precisamos conversar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Aconteceu alguma coisa, Jackson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Vem pra cá que eu te explico tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Passando-se vinte minutos, Lisa chega na casa de Michael e encontra May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- O que voce está fazendo aqui? - Diz Lisa  num tom de chantagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Lisa, não vamos brigar! Quero paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Eu tambem, mas voce apareceu na vida do MJ e me deixou sem a paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As duas discutem e MJ chega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Parem de brigar! Lisa venha! Preciso conversar com voce! May voce fica aí com a Janet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Sim, claro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ok! - Diz Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando Michael chega com Lisa no quarto ele diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Lisa, dói muito em mim dizer isso, mas.....Quero me separar de voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- O que Michael? Como é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- É isso Lisa! Quero me separar de voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Não é possível! O que aconteceu? - Diz Lisa gritando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Eu amo a Mayara e não voce! Amo tanto ela que agora ela está esperando um filho meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- O que? Ela está grávida de voce, Michaaaaaael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Lisa, já chega! Cansei de voce e de seus escandalos, sai de mim, sai da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lisa parte para cima de Michael e ela começa a gritar! Na sala dava pra escutar os gritos de Lisa e então May foi ver o que estava acontecendo enquanto Janet ligava para Priscilla! Quando May chegou lá, Lisa estava em cima de Michael e estava gritando muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; May tira Lisa a força e as duas brigam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Pára Lisa! Deixa o Michael em paz, deixa ele em paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Voce não vai ter esse filho, voce não vai ter! Eu vou acabar com a sua felicidade, voces nunca vão ser um casal, nuncaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lisa pega uma faca e aponta para a barriga de May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Eu vou mostrar pra voces quem eu sou! Quando voce menos esperar esse filho vai estar mortoooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;May e Michael choram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando Lisa está prestes a avançar a faca na barriga de May, Priscilla empurra Lisa e ela solta a faca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Voce está louca Lisa? O que voce está pensando? - Diz Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Mããe! Eu quero matar esse filho deles - Diz Lisa chorando de ódio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Lisa, controle-se! Vamos para casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lisa sai de Neverland gritando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;May chora e diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Michael, acho que vou abortar esse filho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- May, não faça isso! Ela é uma louca, o que importa agora é que eu e voce estamos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Mas e se ela matar nosso filho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ela não fará isso! Eu prometo pra voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eles se abraçam e se beijam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Um pouco mais tarde, Michael e May vão para um jantar e Lisa segue eles! Quando eles chegam lá, Lisa os observa com ódio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039395733351311182-8180391691788101432?l=jullyaemichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/feeds/8180391691788101432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/03/michael-e-amiga-solte-imaginacao-parte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/8180391691788101432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/8180391691788101432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/03/michael-e-amiga-solte-imaginacao-parte.html' title='Michael e a Amiga / Solte a Imaginação Parte 6'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02992706879528259648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJH4Ekac6k/S2hKtIUtuBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X22Mq9Y_5js/S220/Ebonyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039395733351311182.post-5893193521877583763</id><published>2010-02-11T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T11:21:12.384-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fic'/><title type='text'>Michael e a amiga / Solte a imaginação Parte 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cap. 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Na casa de Pricilla Presley, Lisa chora nos braços da mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Ai, mãe! Meu relacionamento com o Michael tá pior do que eu pensava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Ah, filha! O que houve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Encontrei ele beijando aquela Mayara, aquela moça que eu te contei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Nossa Lisa, aquela garota? Como ele teve coragem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Pois é, mãe! Não entendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As duas conversam muito, até que o telefonde toca e Lisa atende:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Pois não? - Diz Lisa limpando as lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Sra. Presley, seu vôo está livre, pode viajar daqui à uma hora - Diz a gerente do aeroporto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Claro, eu to indo até aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- O que houve filha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Vou viajar! O vôo está livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Se Michael ligar, avise à ele que me ligue no meu celular dentro de algumas horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Tá certo! - Diz Priscilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As duas se despedem e Lisa vai embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Enquanto isso em Neverland, no quarto de May,  May e Michael discutem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Porque você fez isso, Michael? Você ficou maluco?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Mayara, desculpe, não vai mais acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Saiba que você é um tremendo idiota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- É eu sou idiota e saiba que você gosta - diz Michael sorrindo de May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;May parte pra cima de Michael, mas os dois acabam se beijando em um beijo tão terno e acabam transando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Na manhã seguinte, May levanta e vê Michael ao seu lado! May começa a lembrar da noite que teve com Michael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;May conta tudo para Janet e Janet fica de boca aberta com essa atitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Vocês transaram?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Sim, amiga, sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- May, você está louca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Porque essa pergunta agora, Janet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Se a Lisa descobre vocês dois estão fritos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Michael vai até a cozinha e olha para May com um olhar saciável de querer mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Michael cumprimenta a todos e vai tomar café na varanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Michael e May têm várias noites juntos! Passa-se quase 5 meses que Lisa está na Europa e Michael e May estão juntos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;May começa a sentir enjôos e Janet começa a suspeitar de que ela pode estar grávida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- May, sinto em lhe informar que você pode estar grávida - Diz Janet preocupada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Grávida? Como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Vamos a um médico agora, você precisa esclarecer isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Elas chegam ao médico e fazem a ultra-som! Com poucos instantes o médico dá o resultado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- E então, Dr.? Qual é o resultado? - Responde May ansiosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- O resultado deu positivo, você está grávida - Responde o médico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;May começa a chorar desesperadamente e as duas vão para Neverland. Quando chegam lá notam que Michael está preocupado e Michael pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Onde estavam? Eu fiquei preocupado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Michael, você e a May precisam sonversar a sós - Responde Janet deixando-o mais preocupado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;May e Michael sobem para o quarto e May diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Lembra das noites que tivemos juntos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Lembro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Eu estava sentindo muito enjôo e fui ao médico hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- O que você está querendo dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Eu estou grávida, Michael! Estou esperando um filho seu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039395733351311182-5893193521877583763?l=jullyaemichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/feeds/5893193521877583763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/02/michael-e-amiga-solte-imaginacao-parte_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/5893193521877583763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/5893193521877583763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/02/michael-e-amiga-solte-imaginacao-parte_11.html' title='Michael e a amiga / Solte a imaginação Parte 5'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02992706879528259648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJH4Ekac6k/S2hKtIUtuBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X22Mq9Y_5js/S220/Ebonyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039395733351311182.post-5135156312113292359</id><published>2010-02-05T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:04:39.945-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fic'/><title type='text'>Michael e a amiga / Solte a imaginação Parte 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cap 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;May entra no quarto e vai arrumar suas coisas quando Michael sobe e pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Resolveu o assunto com o cara que você gosta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;May olha para Michael encarando-o e responde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Se ele estivesse na minha frente eu falaria agora mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Claro! Mas deixa eu te perguntar, melhorou o que houve de ontem a noite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Melhorei! Mas estou cansada - Diz ela sentando-se na cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Michael senta junto à ela e diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Quer minha ajuda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Se você pudesse me ajudar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Mas eu posso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Os dois se olham por um tempo e Michael chega bastante perto do rosto de May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Estou aqui pra te ajudar - Diz Michael sentindo a respiração de May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com alguns segundos, os dois se beijam calmamente, mas May empurra Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Não podemos fazer isso! Você namora Michael! Sai do meu quarto, me deixe sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Tá bom! Quando for a hora de almoçar eu te chamo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Enquanto Michael sai, Janet chega e diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- O que houve? Michael saiu todo maravilhado e passando as mãos nos lábios, o que aconteceu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Nós nos beijamos, Janet! Nos beijamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Como é? Se beijaram? Como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ele chegou perto de mim e aconteceu! Foi tudo muito rápido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Não acredito que se beijaram! Ele saiu todo maravilhado, May!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Foi tão bom! É como estar em um sonho que não tem fim e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A empregada bate à porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Com licença, me perdoem interromper, mas terão que almoçar fora! Não começamos a fazer a comida e Michael mandou avisar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Claro, vamos descer em 15 minutos, avise isso a ele! - Diz Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Claro, com licença!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As duas se aprontam e mais uma vez, May vai mais linda do que nunca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Vamos meninas? - Diz Michael sorrindo para May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Vamos! Não é bom demorar - Diz Janet esquentando o clima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando chegam lá, almoçam e quando terminam May diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Vou dar um passeio! Alguém quer ir comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Eu vou May! Janet você se incomoda de...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Não, não Michael! Vai em frente - Diz Janet cortando Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lá May e Michael passeiam e conversam. Eles andam bastante e começam a se intreter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Michael, por que me beijou hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Não sei, fui... Vamos dizer... Seduzido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Os dois riem e mais uma vez ficam perto e se beijam novamente, mas um beijo demorado e bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lisa está passeando por ali e avista May e Michael se beijando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Michael! - Grita Lisa desesperada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Como se atreve a fazer isso comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Lisa, calma! Não é isso que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- E você sua mocréia, beijando o meu namorado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Lisa, acalme-se eu não quis fazer isso! - Diz May assustada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Lisa, fui eu quem beijei ela! A culpa foi minha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- O quê? Michael, foi só eu virar as costas e você já quer arranjar outra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Mas você deveria estar na Europa, Lisa - Diz Michael fugindo do assunto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- O vôo foi cancelado pra daqui à um dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Bom, Michael, vou voltar a Neverland e pegar minhas roupas, vou voltar pra casa! - Diz May triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Isso, é o melhor que você faz - Diz Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Não, Mayara! Você vai ficar esses tempos comigo, sim! É a Lisa que vai pra casa dela hoje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Como é, Jackson? - Responde Lisa assustada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Hoje a May vai dormir lá em casa e você se quiser dormir lá, dorme no quarto da Janet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Michael, eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Se quiser ir pra lá, vai ser assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-Não vou, eu vou pra casa da minha mãe! Pelo menos lá não tem condições!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Michael pede perdão a May, que vão para casa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039395733351311182-5135156312113292359?l=jullyaemichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/feeds/5135156312113292359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/02/michael-e-amiga-solte-imaginacao-parte_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/5135156312113292359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/5135156312113292359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/02/michael-e-amiga-solte-imaginacao-parte_05.html' title='Michael e a amiga / Solte a imaginação Parte 4'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02992706879528259648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJH4Ekac6k/S2hKtIUtuBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X22Mq9Y_5js/S220/Ebonyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039395733351311182.post-4097688876242090399</id><published>2010-02-04T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:04:24.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fic'/><title type='text'>Michael e a amiga / Solte a imaginação Parte 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cap 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Não, Michael me perdoe! Não quero acabar com você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Então se controle, Lisa! Você às vezes é impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Perdão! Mas quero que você me respeite como sua namorada e quase noiva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Quase noiva? - Pergunta michael surpreso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- É pretendo me casar com você, amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Lisa, depois discutimos isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Tá bom! Agora vamos dormir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Lisa, dorme no outro quarto, não quero te engravidar por agora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Tá certo, mas cuidado com essa Mayara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Lisa, já conversamos, boa noite!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;De manhã Michael acorda e não vê Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Cadê a Lisa? - Pergunta Michael à empregada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ela saiu cedo, Sr. Jackson! Foi para a Europa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Obrigada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- De nada, Sr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Michael se sente sozinho e liga para May. May está conversando com Janet e o telefone toca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Alô? - Diz May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- May?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Oi, Michael, como vai? - Diz May olhando com insegurança para Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Bem e você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Tudo ótimo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- May, a Lisa viajou hoje para a Europa e queria que você viesse passar uns dias aqui comigo enquanto ela está fora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Michael espere um minuto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Janet, ele me chamou para passar alguns dias com ele enquanto a Lisa está fora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ué, aceita, May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Oi Michael!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Oi, e aí aceita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Aceito! Quando eu vou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Se quiser pode vir agora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ok! Vou com a Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Que bom, pode vir! Espero vocês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Tá certo! Beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Beijos, até mais tarde!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Até mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Aiiiiiiiiiii, que felicidade Janet! Vou ter a oportunidade de ficar a sós com o Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Que bom amiga, conquiste ele! Vou te ajudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As duas se aprontam para ir à Neverland. Quando chegam são recepcionadas por Michael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Olá? Como vão? - Diz Michael contente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Tudo ótimo! - Respondem as duas juntas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Entrem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lá conversam até às 11h e 30min da manhã. Janet vai até a cozinha, May sobe e Michael vai atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039395733351311182-4097688876242090399?l=jullyaemichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/feeds/4097688876242090399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/02/michael-e-amiga-solte-imaginacao-parte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/4097688876242090399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/4097688876242090399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/02/michael-e-amiga-solte-imaginacao-parte.html' title='Michael e a amiga / Solte a imaginação Parte 3'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02992706879528259648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJH4Ekac6k/S2hKtIUtuBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X22Mq9Y_5js/S220/Ebonyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039395733351311182.post-6334141227245549103</id><published>2010-02-04T12:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:56:21.253-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fic'/><title type='text'>Michael e a amiga / Solte a imaginação Parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cap 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Passa-se 14 minutos e May está lá fora chorando. Michael percebe e vai atrás dela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Gente, me dão licença, vou ver o que está acontecendo com a May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- May? May, o que houve? Saiu de repente e...........Oh está chorando!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Desculpe, Michael! Não deu pra me conter - Diz May jorrando em lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- O que houve?? Conta pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Não, não iria entender! Irá me chamar de louca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- É alguém que mexe com seu coração? Por exemplo, alguém que vc gosta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Como sabe? Mas ele tem compromisso com outra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Então parte pra outra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Vou tentar - Diz May não acreditando no que ouve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Uma lágrima desce do rosto de May e Michael limpa com seu pano perfumado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Vamos voltar pro restaurante? - Diz Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Sim! É claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando Michael e May chegam, todos reparam o rosto de May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- O que houve com você, minha amiga - Pergunta Janet assustada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Nada me emocionei, só isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quando o jantar terminou, Janet estava indo embora com May quando pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Mayara, porque chegou com o rosto todo vermelho? Você chorou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ai, miga, não me controlei, quando vi a Lisa beijando o Michael, eu não me agüentei - Diz May chorando nos braços de Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ah, May não chore por causa da Lisa! Ela reparou que você estava muito mais linda do que ela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- E Michael olhou pra você o jantar inteiro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Janet, não me faz sofrer mais! Está querendo me animar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Todo mundo percebeu que Michael só tinha olhos pra você! Até a Lisa! Só você não percebeu, flor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;May se alegra. Quando chegam na casa de May, Janet vê que May não está bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Você não está bem, May! Tente ficar bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Dorme comigo aqui hoje, Janet! Não consigo ficar sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ok, amiga! Durmo aqui! Me empreste umas roupas, mas vamos conversar primeiro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Janet se troca e May também. As duas sentam na sala e começam a conversar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- May, não quero mais ver você chorando pelo Michael, isso já chega a ser doentio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Eu avisei a você, Janet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E a conversa dura até de madrugada. Enquanto isso em Neverland, Lisa discute com Michael!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Você ficou o jantar inteiro de olho naquela Mayara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Amor, eu percebia que ela estava triste, quis ajudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Vou viajar para a Europa amanhã quer ir comigo? - Diz Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Não, vou ficar aqui, vou resolver meus assuntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Michael se afasta daquela Mayara! Senão está tudo acabado entre nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Claro, Lisa como quiser, ela é minha amiga, não vou parar de ter minha amizade com ela porque você está com ciúmes, se quiser acabar com tudo vamos acabar logo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039395733351311182-6334141227245549103?l=jullyaemichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/feeds/6334141227245549103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/02/michael-e-amiga-solte-imaginacao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/6334141227245549103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/6334141227245549103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/02/michael-e-amiga-solte-imaginacao.html' title='Michael e a amiga / Solte a imaginação Parte 2'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02992706879528259648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJH4Ekac6k/S2hKtIUtuBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X22Mq9Y_5js/S220/Ebonyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039395733351311182.post-1100227751617452913</id><published>2010-02-04T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:56:10.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fic'/><title type='text'>Fic: Michael Jackson e a amiga / Solte a imaginação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cap. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mayara tem 24 anos, é amiga de Michael Jackson à 6 meses, mas esconde uma paixão de anos pelo ídolo. Mesmo ela sabendo que Michael namora Lisa, se coração não desiste de conquistá-lo e tê-lo somente para ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mayara está lendo revistas sobre Michael quando a campainha de sua casa toca:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Pois não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Mayara? - Responde Janet alegre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Oi Janet, entra, que saudade de vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As duas se abraçam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Eu também querida - Responde Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- E aí me conta tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Michael ainda continua namorando a Lisa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Continua, e a Lisa está cada vez mais insuportável - Responde Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- E como vai sua vida amorosa May???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- De mal a pior, não consigo arranjar um namorado, embora eu já goste de um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Quem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ai Janet, vc nunca iria entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Fala, estou aqui pra ajudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Eu sou apaixonada pelo Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Como é? - Responde Janet surpresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Sou apaixonada por ele ante de eu conhecê-lo, é uma paixão doentia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Mas e aí?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- E aí Janet que eu to cada vez mais nervosa com a Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Eu vou te ajudar a conquistar o Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Jura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Bom, eu prometo vou fazer o possível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As duas se abraçam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Bom, May hoje vai ter um jantar e Michael vai estar lá, vc quer ir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- A Lisa vai junto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Deve ir, não sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ai, amiga espero que não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Também espero isso, May mas Michael é insistente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Tá bom eu vou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Vai bem linda, mas pensando bem passo aqui e te arrumo e vamos juntas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Que hora vc passa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Às 14h, ok??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As duas se despedem e Janet vai embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mayara fica ansiosa para o jantar e no almoço nem como direito. Janet passa na casa de Mayara e as duas se aprontam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Gostou, May?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Adorei, não tem comparação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Hoje o Michael baba por causa de vc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Pára com isso, Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- É sério, ele já me disse que vc é linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Sério? Nossa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Pois é! Vamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Uéé, vamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Chegando no restaurante, estava Michael, Lisa, Beyoncé e Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Olá gente, desculpem o atraso - Diz Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Todos cumprimentam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Gente, não sei se vcs lembram dessa moça aqui, é uma amiga minha a Mayara - Diz Janet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Eu lembro, minha irmã - Diz Michael sorrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Todos se cumprimentam, mas Lisa cumprimenta May com frieza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Eae, May nunca mais nos falamos - Responde Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Pois é, estava meia ocupada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Tudo bem, quer ir até Neverland amanhã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Mas é claro, que horas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- De manhã cedo, precisamos conversar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Todos comem, May come tão delicadamente que Michael fica olhando-a por minutos! Michael sentia vontade de beijá-la ali mesmo, mas se conteve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lisa percebe que Michael está olhando muito para May e o beija&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Michael, amor, vira aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E se beijam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Gente, eu vou ali fora um minutinho -  Diz May triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;May chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039395733351311182-1100227751617452913?l=jullyaemichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/feeds/1100227751617452913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/02/fic-michael-jackson-e-amiga-solte.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/1100227751617452913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/1100227751617452913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/02/fic-michael-jackson-e-amiga-solte.html' title='Fic: Michael Jackson e a amiga / Solte a imaginação'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02992706879528259648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJH4Ekac6k/S2hKtIUtuBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X22Mq9Y_5js/S220/Ebonyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039395733351311182.post-7484587640200558590</id><published>2010-02-02T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:10:36.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida conturbada de MJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Todos nó sabemos que Michael Jackson teve uma carreira com altos e baixos!! A vida de Michael Jackson foi atormentada por muitas pessoas, casamentos que não deram certo, acusações de pedofilia, prisão e pressão!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atormentada por muitas pessoas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;A família de Jackson não dava auxílio!!!! O pai de Jackson era o que mais arruinava a vida de Michael, batendo, brigando, fazendo-o chorar, uma pessoa que não ama a própria alma!!!! Os irmãos invejosos, que o olhavam sofrer e não faziam nada!!!! A mais querida de Michael, Janet, o ajudou quando precisou, uma mulher amável!!!! E muitas outras pessoas que o perseguiam apenas para ganhar dinheiro!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casamentos que não deram certo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Casou-se com Lisa Marie Presley por 19 meses, Jackson queria filhos, mas Presley não!!!! Foi o que levou ao fim do casamento!!!!!!! Outro casamento foi com Debbie Rowe, com quem teve dois filhos, Prince e Paris! Depois de 3 anos de casamento, Jackson quis se separar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acusações de pedofilia / Prisão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Em 1993 surgiram acusações de que Jackson poderia ter molestado um menino de 13 anos!!!!! Jackson queria somente estar em paz e ofereceu milhões para a família do garoto! Em 2005, Jackson foi acusado novamente de abuso, mas dessa vez foi julgado e foi preso, mas foi solto logo após pagar fiança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pressão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Jackson também sofreu muita pressão pela mídia, pelas pessoas que o perseguia, pelo desejo de abusar de analgésicos, ou seja, pelo Propofol que pode ter sido o alvo de sua morte! Mídia contornando sua vida e o fazendo sofrer, esse é o Michael Jackson que sofria com sua vida!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas pode ser que Jackson esteja vivo, pode ser que forjou sua morte por causa dessa vida conturbada que ele tinha!!!!!! Estava cansado e precisava descansar!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;A vida de MJ precisava ser mudada! Quem sabe logo após essa "falsa morte", algo venha mudar????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039395733351311182-7484587640200558590?l=jullyaemichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/feeds/7484587640200558590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/02/vida-conturbada-de-mj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/7484587640200558590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/7484587640200558590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/02/vida-conturbada-de-mj.html' title='A vida conturbada de MJ'/><author><name>Julia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02992706879528259648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLJH4Ekac6k/S2hKtIUtuBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X22Mq9Y_5js/S220/Ebonyyy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039395733351311182.post-4727991820731779156</id><published>2010-02-02T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T09:49:44.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que acham? Michael está vivo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olá gente!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Este blog é para aqueles que amam Michael Jackson, para todos os tipos de pessoas!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas pergunto pra vcs, o que acham??? Michael está vivo ou não!!!! Existe um vídeo no YouTube que esclarece uma coisa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Michael pode ser o velho ou a loira!!!! Mas o que me deixa com dúvida é porque a loira faz um agradecimento diferente dos outros!!!! Os convidados aplaudem e ela ACENA para o palco!!!!!! Pra quem será que ela acena????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BjAKZcWaw04&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BjAKZcWaw04&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Qual a opinião de vocês???? Michael é a loira?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039395733351311182-4727991820731779156?l=jullyaemichael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/feeds/4727991820731779156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-que-acham-michael-esta-vivo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/4727991820731779156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039395733351311182/posts/default/4727991820731779156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jullyaemichael.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-que-acham-michael-esta-vivo.html' title='O que acham? 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