Those eyes
Those eyes

Those eyes

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Leiftan caressed the girl's cheeks and lifted her gaze to hers again. He dove deep into those eyes, for seconds that dragged him into an eternity of memories. It was her, it could only be.
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Quando eu era pequena minha mãe ficava me chamando de Alice, pois eu ficava sonhando acordada. Acho que já podem deduzir onde a "Alic...

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