O Outro Lado
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Last published Wed, Oct 12, 2016
Essa é a história de um maniaco que de repente o modo dele de olhar o mundo muda, ele observa as pessoas de outra maneira, seu grande forte é a falta de medo. Baseei essa história em mim, tentando mostrar o jeito que eu penso.
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