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Pain. What to do when all you feel comes down to that word? When there seems to be no more reason to justify its existence? In many cases, people look for some way to make this pain go away. Something that frees them from all this suffering. They seek... a release.
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“Quando o assunto é esse loirinho lindo de olhos castanhos/verdes/azuis/cinzentos/escarlates, eu sou suspeita de falar. Mas a gente tem o direito de recomendar o que gosta, não é? Confesso que no meio da fanfic já rolou aquele inconformismo antecipado, mas eu achei muito interessante o quão canon é a história. Ela se aproveita de uma fala bastante significativa do terceiro arco, levando-a a um nível extremo. Além disso, é uma fanfic bem escrita. Vale a pena ler, mesmo não sendo fã do Kura-chan.”
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