<?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-710411820314362396</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:11:42.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conte a história</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conteahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710411820314362396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conteahistoria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Conte a história</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09991545656292612971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwTTZgyBkhk/SulzFK9oJAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e8JCeGMJ4Xk/S220/senta.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-710411820314362396.post-851414989260691273</id><published>2009-10-28T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T03:46:06.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Episódio 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Ele estava no meio da rua. Tinha muita pressa. Olhava para todos os lados. De repente, começa a correr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Ah, que sufoco!". Começava a suar frio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;De repente, ele se deu conta que tinha alguem lhe seguindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Não que estivesse com medo, mas ser seguido àquela hora era muito estranho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Notou os cabelos grisalhos e suspeitou que pudesse ser o Zé Mayer. Já desesperado, começa a correr... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Mas o que Zé Mayer estaria fazendo ali? Justo atrás dele que nem se chamava Helena...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí minha gente, quem continua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autores: &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/paullinia"&gt;@&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/paullinia"&gt;paullinia&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/patpouzada"&gt;@patpouzada&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/carolborne"&gt;@carolborne&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Ladislauneto"&gt;@Ladislauneto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/710411820314362396-851414989260691273?l=conteahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conteahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/851414989260691273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conteahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/episodio-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710411820314362396/posts/default/851414989260691273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710411820314362396/posts/default/851414989260691273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conteahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/episodio-1.html' title='Episódio 1'/><author><name>Conte a história</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09991545656292612971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwTTZgyBkhk/SulzFK9oJAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e8JCeGMJ4Xk/S220/senta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-710411820314362396.post-5594090861285862291</id><published>2009-10-28T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:36:47.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E começa a história...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Essa história começou no twitter. Quem pode ajudar a escrevê-la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Siga &lt;strong&gt;@&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/conteahistoria"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;conteahistoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Você pode dar o seu pitaco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em breve, os personagens tomarão forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aguarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/710411820314362396-5594090861285862291?l=conteahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conteahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5594090861285862291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://conteahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-comeca-historia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710411820314362396/posts/default/5594090861285862291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/710411820314362396/posts/default/5594090861285862291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conteahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-comeca-historia.html' title='E começa a história...'/><author><name>Conte a história</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09991545656292612971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwTTZgyBkhk/SulzFK9oJAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e8JCeGMJ4Xk/S220/senta.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
