"...eu caso contente, papel passado e presente, desembrulhado, vestido, eu volto logo me espera, não brigue nunca comigo, eu quero ver nossos filhos. O professor me ensinou a fazer uma carta de amor..."
She sat by the flickering light of the old television she had inherited from her great grandfather. No sounds, just images. Her eyes, wide open. She was trapped inside and could not get out.
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