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Nossos lábios mal se tocam quando um som metálico do lado de fora nos faz pular. Meu arco sobe, a flecha já preparada para voar, mas não há outro som.
— Jogos Vorazes (Hunger Games)
 (book)
by Suzanne Collins
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