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1 comment:
Leio teu blog a uma caralhada de tempo, e quase te amo pelo que tu escreve. Tem até um cunho egocêntrico te pedir pra não sumir, pelo menos eu não me acho louco sozinho.
Sempre quando tu some tu faz falta, da outra vez que tu tinha deletado o histórico do teu blog fiquei puto contigo, tipo "quem ela pensa que ela é pra escrever, deixar eu ler, gostar, me achar lá e apagar depois?" mas foi quando eu lembrei que tu tava escrevendo sobre ti, e não sobre mim, e que era um direito teu, enfim.
Era isso.
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