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Synopsis

I can't, I shouldn't, and I don't want to change my concepts... You bring me a lot of bad things, in this hell where I live, you are the key to making it more and more unbearable! If you're delighted or angry with me, I honestly don't care. The only thing I want from you is distance, nothing more... R_X_K
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Total: 29,890 words
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Capítulo 1 - Naraku

5,378 words•~27 min
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Capítulo 2 - Novamente

4,598 words•~23 min
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Capítulo 3 - Dúvidas?

3,585 words•~18 min
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Capítulo 4 - Início

2,873 words•~15 min
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Capítulo 5 - Cuidar

2,299 words•~12 min
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Capítulo 6 - Proteção

2,851 words•~15 min
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Capítulo 7 - Seu sorriso

3,107 words•~16 min
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Capítulo 8 - Sofrer por você

2,837 words•~15 min
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Capítulo 9 - Sem você eu com certeza afundaria.

2,362 words•~12 min

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