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Ver perfilJean Claude (Edgar Varenberg), 21 anos Estudante de Letras/Literaturas da Universidade Federal do Rio de Janeiro. Também atuo como professor de língua portuguesa e literatura. Sou um poeta de coração gelado que também é um ótimo confeiteiro e aspirante a dublador. Responsável pela seção de Português e pela Liga dos Betas.
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Estadísticas de la historia
Ficha técnica y actualizaciones
Primera publicación
23 de dezembro de 2017
Última actualización
23 de dezembro de 2017
Estado editorial
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Idioma
Português (Brasil)
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