pesquise sobre a fundação de Romapela história:pelo mito:​

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Fasm (2022) Uma sequência crescente é formada por 21 números inteiros, sendo o primeiro igual a – 26. Entre os termos dessa sequência estão –15, –8, 18, 29 e 73 e, se retirarmos um desses termos da sequência, os 20 termos restantes formarão uma progressão aritmética (PA). O termo que deve ser retirado para que se forme uma PA é (A) 73. (B) –15. (C) 18. (D) –8. (E) 29.

origem e objetivo da filosofia​

Alguém sabe se tem verb to be nessa música?And all I am is a manI want the world in my handsI hate the beachBut I stand in California with my toes in the sandUse the sleeves of my sweaterLet's have an adventureHead in the clouds but my gravity centeredTouch my neck and I'll touch yoursYou in those little high waisted shorts, ohOh, she knows what I think aboutAnd what I think aboutOne love, two mouthsOne love, one houseNo shirt, no blouseJust us, you find outNothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no'Cause it's too coldFor you hereAnd now, so let me holdBoth your hands in the holes of my sweaterAnd if I may just take your breath awayI don't mind if there's not much to saySometimes the silence guides a mindTo move to a place so far awayThe goosebumps start to raiseThe minute that my left hand meets your waistAnd then I watch your facePut my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeahThese hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest forInside this place is warmOutside it starts to pourComing downOne love, two mouthsOne love, one houseNo shirt, no blouseJust us, you find outNothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no, no, no'Cause it's too coldFor you hereAnd now, so let me holdBoth your hands in the holes of my sweater'Cause it's too coldFor you hereAnd now, so let me holdBoth your hands in the holes of my sweaterWhoa, whoa, whoaWhoa, whoa, whoaWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoaWhoa, whoaWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoaWhoa, whoa'Cause it's too coldFor you hereAnd now, so let me holdBoth your hands in the holes of my sweaterIt's too coldFor you hereAnd now, let me holdBoth your hands in the holes of my sweaterAnd it's too cold, it's too coldThe hands of my sweater​