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View profileAntes de qualquer coisa eu quero pedir MILHÕES de desculpas a cada leitor. Imensas desculpas pelo sumiço, e me vejo na obrigação de dar uma...
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I'm not religious, see? I'm actually an atheist. But for you to see how the human contradictory, right? Despite being an atheist, I think faith in God is something very beautiful.
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First Published
16 de novembro de 2009
Last Updated
16 de novembro de 2009
Editorial Status
Completed
Language
Português (Brasil)
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