Nunca te chamei de amor
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Ongoing5m
Last published Sun, Jan 3, 2016
Não é uma história de amor. Essa é uma história sobre como o amor pode ser desgastante e extremamente inesperado. Como lidar com outra pessoa que, mesmo amando tanto, te faz tão mal.
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