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Aramis only smiled in response, he sank into the other's blue eyes, and also into the memories that look brought him. He knew he was leaving, and he wanted to relive, even in the few minutes he felt he had left, the important moments of his life. He saw in every mark on Athos' face the countless battles they had faced together, and he remembered the taste of victory and the relief of having survived once more. She thought of the countless women who had slept with their faces against his chest after a romantic night of gentle, intense passion. And he also remembered the constant emptiness he felt in his heart every time they left. The sweet parting the next morning made him all too aware that whatever he'd had with the girl during the night was just a momentary charm, physical surrender, it was just the carnal act of making love. But to feel it, to understand that feeling that caused war and peace, was something foreign to Aramis. Until Athos was no longer just its captain.
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- Letícia Garcia, 20, estudante de Direito, escritora amadora. No avatar e capa, Jay Gatsby. So we beat on, boats against th...
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