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"It didn't matter much, of course, because Guzi liked his father and his father liked Guzi. But after his father was gone, what was left?" A small portrait of a boy waiting for his father.
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Não sou boa em me descrever, nem em terminar o que eu começo, mas vivi alguns bons anos mesmo assim. Meu nome é Clini. Talvez.
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