@cmachadopicos: Ontem(19), demos início aos Jogos Interclasses 2025 do Colégio Machado de Assis com uma abertura cheia de energia! Nossos alunos brilharam na apresentação dos times, e a participação dos pais tornou tudo ainda mais especial. Agora é só acompanhar os jogos, vibrar com cada disputa e torcer muito pelos nossos atletas! A competição está apenas começando! #ColégioMachadodeAssis #Interclasses2025 #EsporteÉEducação #OrgulhoMachadinho #VamosTorcer

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