a marca de uma lagrima

a marca de uma lagrima

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Isabel se acha feia.será mesmo?Ela é uma garota genial que escreve lindas cartas e verso para ajudar o namoro de Rosana ,sua melhor amiga,com Cristiano ,seu grande amor.A morte da diretora da escola -- terá sido mesmo suicídio? -- vem alterar sua vida e precipitar a tragédia.Isabel foi testemunha de uma cena muito suspeita e sua vida está ameaçada.Acuada,desesperada,a idéia da morte começa a toma conta de todo o seu ser enquanto seu coração se despedaça pelo amor por Cristiano.
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