he said – The Exclamation Point came to light, bowed his head and, for a moment, even took off his plume to reveal himself as a humble Final Point who, due to circumstances beyond the case, lost his composure. That’s why he deserves to be forgiven. How not?
I’ve known the Exclamation Point for a long, long time. Ever since we got together to read the antics of the angry Donald Duck. He was that cranky kid that neither adults nor children can tolerate, you know? But I, for some reason, liked him. So for free.
Over time, and despite its nature choleric, the Exclamation Point until she kept herself low-key. I would go so far as to say “contained”. Even because, at that time, let’s face it, the objectives of the Exclamation Point were different. Quite different. He was more interested in taking female interjections to dinner and then to that smart movie theater where they gasped at each hottest scene. The Exclamation Point was only revealed in its entirety when I went to the stadium to see Coritiba win with a goal conceded in the last minute. And against the last place in the championship.
But then there’s the Exclamation Point abandoned the maidens and their ohs and ahs. He didn’t want to know about football either. Because the Exclamation Point discovered politics and dove into it, looking like an Argentine Exclamation Point. After a troubled period in which he allied with the Question Mark to create the Indignant Questions Guerrilla Movement (known by the acronym WTF?!), he entered the world of politics and began to exalt only certainties. Always with the topknot held high. Always with that little drool running from the corner of her mouth.