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“Procurava por alguma coisa para ler enquanto baixava animes, não podia ter suguestão melhor. Não sei como posso comparar, A uma opera italiana ou a literatura realista. Começou como um texto original qualquer, coisa que em si não me prende per muito tempo, mas minha curiosidade em saber por que tantas recomendações me convenceu a continuar. Do meio para o final é onde o texto brilha e passa a mensagem desejada, quando notei a dimenção que tudo tinha tomado fiquei imprecionado com a genialidade de fazer um dialigo não ficar monotono e reprensentar como um plano bobo pode parecer grandioso na cabeça de quem pensa.”
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