O Túnel

O Túnel

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Assenti com a cabeça quando ele me propôs que participasse no Túnel, agora estou sujo. Arrancando pedaços da carne de um peixe que vivia pacificamente no rio desta floresta. Provavelmente tinha menos problemas que eu, não perderá o senso de raciocínio e nem a vontade de permanecer em pé depois de negar uma oportunidade que me foi dada com flores e confetes, eu a joguei no chão com a raiva de um leão e velocidade de um falcão.
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