<?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-8618518243084738751</id><updated>2012-01-06T11:04:03.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cláudia Felício</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiafelicio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618518243084738751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiafelicio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cláudia Felício</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003520473707145978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFxrUN7rUuM/SpUoZuXTuCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pyCWWJRD6RY/S220/perfil2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8618518243084738751.post-3248416401111439769</id><published>2007-09-14T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T03:08:36.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escreva comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Triiiiiiimmmm! Aquele dia começou como um outro qualquer. O despertador tocou e acordou Tatiana. Era hora de se arrumar para o colégio. Ela se levantou zonza de sono e foi até o banheiro. Entrou no banho e lavou a cabeça, só assim mesmo para dar jeito daquela juba.&lt;br /&gt;No café, a irmã mais nova, Camile, falava sem parar. Mas como aquela garota tinha o poder de irritar Tati com tanta facilidade!? A van chegou e elas foram para o colégio. Tati assistiu às aulas louca para voltar para a casa e dormir mais um pouquinho. Ela nem desconfiava do que estava para acontecer dali a poucos minutos. Tati saiu da sala e foi para a porta do colégio. Chegando lá, viu uma coisa que a deixou totalmente sem fala! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8618518243084738751-3248416401111439769?l=claudiafelicio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://claudiafelicio.blogspot.com/feeds/3248416401111439769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8618518243084738751&amp;postID=3248416401111439769' title='81 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618518243084738751/posts/default/3248416401111439769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8618518243084738751/posts/default/3248416401111439769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://claudiafelicio.blogspot.com/2007/09/escreva-comigo.html' title='Escreva comigo'/><author><name>Cláudia Felício</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003520473707145978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MFxrUN7rUuM/SpUoZuXTuCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/pyCWWJRD6RY/S220/perfil2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>81</thr:total></entry></feed>
