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“E a, agora que estou sem ela, com mais dinheiro do que tempo para gastar, com meu nome carimbado na história do cinema, percebo o quanto isso é vazio, e me torturo por ter escolhido isso em vez de me orgulhar do meu amor. Mas isso é um luxo. Só quem é rico e famoso pode fazer isso. Concluir que o dinheiro e a fama, depois que obtidos, não valem nada.”

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