O homem nas mãos – Crônica de Orígenes Lessa
Sim, realmente eu matei. Era a prova de amor. a suprema prova que exigira de mim. Eu dera-lhe um carro.
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Sim, realmente eu matei. Era a prova de amor. a suprema prova que exigira de mim. Eu dera-lhe um carro.
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