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Acidic Lullabies
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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em set 23, 2020
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Christian has always been different. 
He was always teased, ignored, singled-out. 
He never had it easy.

The only person that has ever truly been there for him is his sister Evie.

She would always stand up for him or protect him from all the wrongs society flung his way.

Evie's stories were the best. Can he ever find anything like that out in the world?
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