10 PASSOS
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a vida nos prega cada peça ..... com ela foi a mesma coisa só que, ela se sentia sozinha praticamente uma garota em depressão na vida , um dia de chuva ela conhece um rapaz que do nada ela no começo não foi com sua cara mas...... as coisas mudam
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