Produto disponível no mesmo dia no aplicativo Kobo, após a confirmação  do pagamento!
Você pode ler este livro digital em vários dispositivos:
IOs - Clique para baixar o app gratuitoAndroid - Clique para baixar o app gratuitoPC - Clique para baixar o app gratuitoBlackBerry - Clique para baixar o app gratuitoWindows Phone - Clique para baixar o app gratuitoKobo - Conheça nossa linha de leitores digitais
The story began in our jolly childhood. Ah Pid was my best friend. He was also the leader of our clique. Although we were born in the same year, raised in the same neighborhood and educated in the same class, he was born with an innate ability to be better than anyone else. I reckoned that the entire childhood would never be the same without him. He was the soul in our clique. Without his present we simply dawdled and stared blank into each other. He had led us to beguile in the swimming pool without any adult, to defy in the kite duel against doyen fellas, to win the title King of the Sky, to salvage me from the distraught of five thousand lines mandatory punishment, to debauch in ludic routine instead of gawked up like a dunce. While everyone was floundering to cope with the school routine, he had already culminated to the top position in the school cohort. While I was surmising in fantasy, he already set forth ambitious to thrive in life. I reckoned that he was a mature mind trapped in a child's body. If not because of that particular incident; he might have achieved his goal in life. In contrary, I would never have a chance to emulate. The incident affected both of us. He was convulsed to a journey of Odyssey. I was defiled with appalling nightmare. After the incident. his dad banished him, he was compelled to adapt and accustom to another way of life. Without him, the clique dissolved of natural death. That had given me an unexpected transition to find a whole new direction. The incident left a permanent scar and latent malignancy in Ah Pid. It had also incurred an invisible defilement that haunted me during the nights, His salient characteristic of volubility was pervaded by a veil of melancholy; our heyday never returned for a long time.