{"id":6363,"date":"2024-05-04T09:47:17","date_gmt":"2024-05-04T07:47:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.cris.dk\/?p=6363"},"modified":"2024-05-14T17:05:59","modified_gmt":"2024-05-14T15:05:59","slug":"stalker","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.cris.dk\/?p=6363","title":{"rendered":"Stalker"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Sentada na sala, admirando meus vasos ca\u00eddos na sacada por causa do vendaval (e eu com pregui\u00e7a de ir l\u00e1 fora no vento para levantar o bendito novamente), resolvi abrir o computador e escrever uma carta para minha correspondente sul-africana.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Compenetrada focando na telinha, me veio a impress\u00e3o de estar sendo vigiada. Sabe quando voc\u00ea sente que algu\u00e9m est\u00e1 te olhando?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Levantei os olhos e, realmente, eu estava sendo observada de cima a baixo. Eu encarei tamb\u00e9m, olhei de cara feia. N\u00e3o adiantou. Acho que tenho um stalker me perseguindo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"703\" height=\"1024\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.cris.dk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/05\/20240427_0945313935907846326317876-703x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-6365\" srcset=\"http:\/\/blog.cris.dk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/05\/20240427_0945313935907846326317876-703x1024.jpg 703w, http:\/\/blog.cris.dk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/05\/20240427_0945313935907846326317876-206x300.jpg 206w, http:\/\/blog.cris.dk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/05\/20240427_0945313935907846326317876-768x1118.jpg 768w, http:\/\/blog.cris.dk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/05\/20240427_0945313935907846326317876-1055x1536.jpg 1055w, http:\/\/blog.cris.dk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/05\/20240427_0945313935907846326317876.jpg 1374w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 703px) 100vw, 703px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Esse esquilo me persegue <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sentada na sala, admirando meus vasos ca\u00eddos na sacada por causa do vendaval (e eu com pregui\u00e7a de ir l\u00e1 fora no vento para levantar o bendito novamente), resolvi abrir o computador e escrever uma carta para minha correspondente sul-africana. &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/blog.cris.dk\/?p=6363\">Continuar a ler <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[44],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6363","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-together"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.cris.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6363","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.cris.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.cris.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.cris.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.cris.dk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6363"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/blog.cris.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6363\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6394,"href":"http:\/\/blog.cris.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6363\/revisions\/6394"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.cris.dk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6363"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.cris.dk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6363"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.cris.dk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6363"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}