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“Infelizmente muitas de nós, mulheres, agimos assim. Subimos ao alto do monte e só quando estamos no ar compreendemos que não temos asas para voar. Atiramo-nos do alto do céu para um poço sem luz nem fundo e quebramos o coração como um vaso de porcelana.”

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Book:The First Wife: A Tale of Polygamy
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