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Hoje eu conheci a voz de um homem cruel. Rancoroso, amargurado. Sob a desculpa da ajuda gratuita, me engolfou com suas palavras malvadas. Falou por ultimo:

- Eu entendo por que o teu pai nao quer estar perto de ti. Se eu fosse ele, tambem nao quereria.

Ela/eu ficamos absortas no silencio azul celeste por alguns minutos, quando finalmente soou o alarme e era hora de ir ao trabalho.

Afinal de contas, apesar de - - - a vida continua.

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