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Ver perfil“Costumo levar coisas para ler, para que eu não tenha de olhar para as pessoas.” — Charles Bukowski.
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Capítulo 1
Minhas asas
Intrínseco
Borboletas mortas
Ela lutou com um vampiro
Deviant
Será isso o amor?
Ele estava alí comigo
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Estadísticas de la historia
Ficha técnica y actualizaciones
Primera publicación
5 de março de 2015
Última actualización
21 de junho de 2015
Estado editorial
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Idioma
Português (Brasil)
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