this is the zodiac speaking.

once upon a time, there was this doctor named walkíria who was dating a nurse named cleomar, and one rainy tuesday afternoon they found a purple pumpkin on their doorstep with a tiny monster baby inside it.
that creepy thing turned out to be pollyanna. and pollyanna turned out to be me.

eighteen years later, she found herself trying to get out of a mathematics bachelor graduation and now there's a whole world of colours and abnormalities for her to fit in, that's all i can remember about her (and that she's afraid of english prepositions too - i swear she's a good portuguese writer, please forgive her prehistorical english), without any given logic or shame. may i leave now, mr police detective?