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Hello, welcome! Before going any further, I would like to say the following: this is not a story with a beginning, middle and end. They are dialogues between two problematic characters – as much as any other human being. The dialogues are deep and need inspiration, so I decided to post them here, in a disordered way (which is the order I write them). That said, it's clear that the story has an objective and a plot, it just doesn't follow a linearity, you know? Well, I hope you like it. And if what I said here in this notice did not please you very much, I propose the following, read the first chapter, just one. And then decide whether to stay or leave forever. P.S.: The images used on the cover are all released for free use and taken from pixabay.
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7 de janeiro de 2018
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22 de janeiro de 2018
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