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“Pode ser que eu morra hoje”, imagino cerca de duas ou três vezes ao dia. A ideia não vem necessariamente acompanhada de medo. Na minha juventude, vinha associada a uma intensa sensação de pavor. Agora, porém, chega até a me proporcionar certo prazer.”

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