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Synopsis

Darius and Cinthia love each other, and this is a fact that everyone can see “even with their eyes closed”. But to know why they stopped loving each other, you have to keep your eyes wide open to absorb all the details that only those who are in the relationship understand. It was only possible to understand the end of the love story after seeing the emails and notes exchanged by the couple. It was when things were fair and clear that they were able to come to an end.
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Mulher insana

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Estou cansada

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Só você???

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Eu sei

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Surpresa

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Cadê você?

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