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Puxei as cobertas sobre minha cabeça e tentei pensar em Natal. Mas o rosto ainda me seguiu. Ele murmurou, e eu entendi que ele quis confessar algo.
— Dubliners
 (book)
by James Joyce
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| Language: | Portuguese |
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