E o diagnóstico

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foi gripe.
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[mas já passou :)]

Amar (-te) #10

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Diálogos impossíveis #29

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"- You want to know why I wrote that stupid book?
- Why?
- So that you might come to a reading in Paris and I could walk up to you and ask, "Where the fuck were you?"
- No... you thought I'd be here today?
- I'm serious. I think I wrote it, in a way, to try to find you.
- Okay, that's... I know that's not true, but that's sweet of you to say.
- I think it is true."
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(Before Sunset, 2004)
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[ou a razão de ser deste blogue]