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“Porque é que eu demorei tanto tempo a recomendar esta fic? Eu sinceramente não sei. Esta é daquelas fics que eu seria capaz de recomendar logo no primeiro capítulo. Então, desculpem a demora. Nem sei o que dizer. A história é apaixonante e vale mesmo a pena ler. Adorei o poema da sinopse. Recomendo a todos que o leiam após cada capítulo e garanto-vos que o verão de formas completamente distintas. Na minha opinião nunca nenhum poema se interligou tão bem e naturalmente com uma fic como este. Não tenho nada mais a acrescentar. Como se descreve a perfeição? Simplesmente por perfeito! Então é isso! Leiam!”
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