Good Night, Magali
Magali begins to have psychological problems when she and her friend Cascão begin to be chased by a large black shadow. But maybe this shadow is closer to her than she thinks..
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Os ventos que ás vezes tiram algos que amamos, São os mesmos que trazem algo que aprendemos a amar... Por isso não devemos chorar por algo...
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