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“Ela afastou ligeiramente o cobertor; um assomo de raiva perpassou-lhe o olhar, endurecendo o rosto, que, a cada dia que passava, ia assumindo os seus contornos adultos. Era a dor; a dor arranca-nos à infância como se arranca uma flor do caule.”

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Book:O Luto de Elias Gro
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