



Despair
Yamato has reached the natural state of a human being. Alcor laments guilt.
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View profile"Quem eu sou?" Quem me dera saber. Um ser quebrado, um instrumento que adquiriu emoções. O obse...
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First Published
26 de agosto de 2013
Last Updated
26 de agosto de 2013
Editorial Status
Completed
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Português (Brasil)
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