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“Feito uma bexiga que perdeu o nó, o sr. Taniguchi foi se esvaziando. Embora Nico tivesse orientado Mayu a procurar um médico, a filha pensou que aquilo logo passaria e foi postergando a consulta. O sr. Taniguchi emagreceu, perdeu o caminho para o banheiro e deixou de prestar atenção nas conversas. Não só esquecia onde colocara as chaves como não entendia mais para que serviam aqueles objetos. Às vezes era visto perambulando na rua e, certo dia, sumiu de casa. Mayu foi dar com o pai sentado no chão do quintal de Teresa, comendo a comida dos cachorros. Quando lhe perguntou o que estava fazendo, ele pareceu não saber.”

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