Gibi Da Turma Da Monica Review

Mônica caught it with one hand. For the first time, she smiled—a real, warm smile. "You… have a book about me?"

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"No, I mean—" Gibi started, but was interrupted by a shivering, scared-looking boy tumbling out of the portal. He had a single strand of hair on his otherwise bald head and was clutching a comic book. Mônica caught it with one hand

"Don't worry," Gibi winked, "I have a garden out back. It rained last night." "No, I mean—" Gibi started, but was interrupted

Mônica had no idea what that meant, but she saw Gibi holding up her phone. She leaned in, and click —Gibi captured the perfect shot: Mônica, holding the graphic novel, looking tough but happy, with a muddy Cascão trying to climb back into the portal.