The Light Among Darkness {A Johnlock Christmas Tale}
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Last published Thu, Dec 22, 2016
"Oh John, por que você não pôde simplesmente me dar uma chance? Você me conhece, sabe que eu jamais teria coragem de fazer isso por nós. Você sempre me admirou por minha coragem, mas que coragem tive eu quando vi você ir embora aos poucos, com outra pessoa, com outros planos? E agora eu não posso voltar no tempo e de nada adianta me lamentar por isso. Eu deixei você ir. Eu fiz isso. Eu fiz isso..."
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