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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd5d5vVKWiw/TzejX2FJ7-I/AAAAAAAABQE/hPWLrZRreF0/s1600/2012-01-20+19.59.47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pd5d5vVKWiw/TzejX2FJ7-I/AAAAAAAABQE/hPWLrZRreF0/s200/2012-01-20+19.59.47.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não ia deixar que o passado trouxesse aqueles velhos sentimentos para o presente, não depois de tanto esforço para jogá-los fora. Entretanto estaria mentindo se eu dissesse que eu não senti nenhum um pouco de saudade. Senti e admito. Mas isso não quer dizer que eu queira você de volta, só senti falta, porque foram momentos bons e fazem parte da minha história, é inevitável não lembrar. E é só isso, estou bem assim, sozinha e livre. […] Foi ai que me pegaram desprevenida, me perguntaram o que você era pra mim. Não sabia a resposta para essa pergunta. Por que honestamente, você é um desconhecido para mim neste momento. E foi isso que eu respondi, respirei fundo e fui bem direta:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Agora? Um mero desconhecido."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061429962356365734-3226281948657066579?l=umadosedepolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ele errou e você não fez absolutamentenada de errado. Ele falhou. &lt;br /&gt;
Ele não é inteligente o suficiente. Se ele fosse esperto, ele teria percebido que ele estava dizendo adeus. Mas não o fez. E agora ele se foi. Não vá chamá-lo dizendo que sente a falta dele. Nem ligar apenas para ouvir sua voz e desligar. Não faça. &lt;br /&gt;
Você não sente falta dele, você perdeu o que ele fingia ser. Agora você espera alguém para provar a você, que você não precisa dele. Eu prometo que a pessoa está no virar da esquina, mas você tem que deixar de&amp;nbsp;pensar&amp;nbsp;nele... Ache tudo uma grande&amp;nbsp;besteira pela primeira vez. &lt;br /&gt;
Ele estará de volta um dia,&amp;nbsp;te chamando dizendo que ele sente sua falta toda noite. Ele vai perguntar ao seus amigos se você ainda se preocupa com ele. Será sua vez de apenas dizer: &lt;br /&gt;
'Eu não me importo'. &lt;br /&gt;
Por agora, encontre todos os motivos para ser feliz sem ele. Não mande mensagem, não comente&amp;nbsp;sobre ele, não fale com ele nos corredores... Apenas sorria para&amp;nbsp;ele. Para&amp;nbsp;lembrá-lo que ele soltou uma garota perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;FLUTUA UMA TRISTEZA DE QUEM SABE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;TUDO AQUILO CARECIA DE REALIDADE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Despreocupado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;com minha felicidade, pensando apenas em divertir-se, permitindo-se sentimentos que sempre tivera o hábito de cultivar, esforçou-se de todas as maneiras por tornar-se agradável a mim, sem nenhum plano de retribuir meu afeto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Porque naquela época ele não sabia o que era amar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Para evitar uma relativa solidão, que meu amor e companhia teria livrado de todos os seus horrores, ele, ao tornar-se amante de outra, perdeu tudo o que poderia transformar essa riqueza em bênção.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;E sua indiferença não é desculpa para a cruel negligência com que me tratou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20496435/tumblr_lb99zuw8dy1qaze7ro1_500_large_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lb99zuw8dy1qaze7ro1_500_large_large" border="0" height="212" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20496435/tumblr_lb99zuw8dy1qaze7ro1_500_large_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Sei que ao registrar essas coisas, fica claro que estou mostrando que temos algo mais em comum:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Onde mais ferimos, menos podemos perdoar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Vi, mais uma vez, que meus próprios sentimentos prepararam meus sofrimentos e que minha falta de firmeza com eles quase me levou ao túmulo. Quanto a ele, tinha mais que o triunfo corriqueiro do amor correspondido para envaidecer seu coração e elevar seu moral. E elevara-se imediatamente àquela segurança com outra mulher que deve ter considerado com desespero, assim que aprendeu a considerá-la com desejo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;E a separação… Para meu coração, foi um caso amargo; para minha imaginação, um caso ridículo; mas para minha razão, foi um completo mistério.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Mas já é demais lembrar-nos a noite todas as coisas estúpidas que fizemos de manhã… E Pollyanna’s não nasceram para o mau humor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;As pessoas são incapazes de iludir alguém de propósito, o melhor que podemos esperar é que se iludam a si mesmas… E de todas as pessoas, os apaixonados são as mais desagradáveis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Ele pode viver em minha memória como o homem mais encantador que conheço, mas isso é tudo. Nada mais tenho que esperar ou temer, e nada que censurar nele. Graças à Deus! Não tenho essa dor. Com um pouco de tempo, portanto… vou com certeza tentar dar a volta por cima. Já tenho o consolo de que tudo não passou de um engano da minha imaginação, e não causei mágoa a ninguém, a não ser a mim mesma. Sempre haverão sentimentos além dos do coração a serem explicados… Em nome do que foi e não do que agora é.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061429962356365734-86793235965590277?l=umadosedepolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large;"&gt;1- Saber a Hora de Parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21857846/tumblr_lrwnrdR27N1qea4qgo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lrwnrdr27n1qea4qgo1_500_large" border="0" height="133" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/21857846/tumblr_lrwnrdR27N1qea4qgo1_500_large.jpg" style="background-color: transparent;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sou a favor de pessoas sensíveis que pensam com o coração mas não podemos ser burros. Pense nos fatos, coloque tudo numa balança. Você faz tudo pelo cara e ele não faz nada por você? Não sacrifica nenhuma vontade, não mexe nenhum palito para te ver, nunca te da oi no msn e só espera que você ligue o convidando para sair e ele diga sim? Ou, pior…Te diz vários nãos, mas você o vence pela insistência? Ok, verifique os sinais com a cabeça (não com o coração) e saiba a hora de parar. Não se humilhe, nem chegue perto disso. Todo mundo tem que ter o mínimo de dignidade, e saber quando deve dar um basta na situação. Se um cara te deu um bolo, depois que o relacionamento se tornou físico, é porque ele não te leva a sério. Aceite isso e trate ele da mesma maneira, se não, pare. Ninguém nunca dará valor a pessoas fracas, que ficam correndo desesperadamente atrás de alguém (experiência própria aqui meo bein!).&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, chegamos a conclusão de que esta na hora de parar mas…Como fazer isso? É simples, porém não é nada fácil. Não vamos dar sorte ao azar! Delete e bloqueie no msn, tire do orkut, facebook, dê unfollow no twitter, segure as pontas para não olhar o que ele anda fazendo, delete o número do celular para não ligar pra ele quando estiver bêbada e esconda TUDO que liga ele a você (não fique com dó, vocês podem voltar a ser amigos um dia, mas na fase de “abstinência” ele tem que sumir do mapa pra você).&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;3- Se distrair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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4- Não comparar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20514003/tumblr_l7cyo5CNpR1qdq0soo1_400_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_l7cyo5cnpr1qdq0soo1_400_large" border="0" height="200" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/20514003/tumblr_l7cyo5CNpR1qdq0soo1_400_large.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esse é um estágio mais avançado, depois que você já conheceu outra pessoa (mas continiua apaixonada pelo&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;cachorro que te partiu o coração). Você conheceu um carinha legal, bonitinho, que te da valor, te faz rir, é bonzinho mas... Putz, ele não faz “tal coisa” que o fulano fazia. PARA! Para agora! Não compare o fulano com o atual. Por mais que o atual não pareça ser tudo isso, dê uma chance a ele. Tente lembrar que as pessoas são diferentes, que cada um tem qualidades e defeitos, e tente enxergar o que o fulaninho novo tem de bom. Se não funcionar, parta pra outro. Se não funcionar, parta pra outro. Se não funcionar, parta pra outro mas saiba que não há nada de errado em estar sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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5- Solidão pode fazer bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17220925/tumblr_lg03oprAeG1qfs50h_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_lg03opraeg1qfs50h_large" border="0" height="133" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17220925/tumblr_lg03oprAeG1qfs50h_large.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu entendo que ninguém quer ficar sozinho depois de um coração partido mas… Às vezes é preciso ficar sozinho pra melhorar. Se conhecer, aprender a se dar valor (porque se você não se der valor, ninguém mais vai dar) e entenda que estar sozinho pode ser uma coisa boa. Quando você se pega num momento em que está feliz sem ninguém, você chega a conclusão de que estar sozinho não é o fim do mundo. Eu mesma precisei ficar muito tempo sozinha pra perceber isso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Quando vi que me bastava, que me gostava e que era feliz e auto-suficiente mesmo estando sozinha, foi uma das melhores coisas que já me aconteceram. Então, se dê a chance de ser feliz com você mesmo. Isso te deixa mais bonito, mais alegre, engraçado, ressalta todas as qualidades que você tem e…Todo mundo sabe que alto astral chama alto astral né? Ninguém vai querer pessoas que ficam choramingando pelos cantos porque estão sozinhas. Pessoas fracas só atraem pessoas erradas. Fique bem com você mesmo para estar bem com o resto do mundo, auto-estima é o caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Se você falhar em alguma dessas 5 etapas, não tem problema. Volte ao início e faça tudo de novo. É preciso ser forte. Se o cara realmente te quiser, ele vai dar um jeito de falar com você nem que seja indo até a sua casa, levando flores e gritando pra rua inteira ouvir o quanto ele te ama. E mesmo se ele fizer isso, cuidado, ele pode estar mentindo. Tem gente que vai muito longe para conseguir o que quer. Só o tempo diz se as pessoas mudaram ou não, tomem cuidado e se bastem sozinhos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Ps. escrevi esse texto direcionado para as mulheres, mas também existe muita mulher cachorra por aí. Todo mundo gosta de ter o ego inflado por alguém e as vezes é difícil perder essa garantia de relacionamento. Então dedico esse texto não só as mulheres, mas a todos os apaixonados incuráveis, que ainda acreditam que encontrarão alguém que realmente valha a pena. Não deixe se abater por um coração partido, ele não é o primeiro e nem será o último.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061429962356365734-6103366739391682202?l=umadosedepolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu sou melhor morta&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu sou melhor como uma desistente&lt;/div&gt;
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Eles dizem que eu estou melhor agora&lt;/div&gt;
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Do que eu jamais estive com ele&lt;/div&gt;
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Enquanto eles me levam para o cinema e para locadora&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu estou sorrindo mas estou morrendo tentando não arrastar meus pés nem vomitar&lt;/div&gt;
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Eles dizem que algumas danças irão me ajudar a esquecê-lo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas depois de dançar muito eu sei que eu nunca irei&lt;/div&gt;
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Só eles podem ver onde isso vai acabar&lt;/div&gt;
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Todos eles pensam que sou louca, mas eu sei que isso faz sentido&lt;/div&gt;
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Então eu tropeço, agarrada as grades e nas cercas&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu sei que se ficaremos cara a cara ele vai voltar a si&lt;/div&gt;
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Todo passo que eu dou me guia até sua porta&lt;/div&gt;
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Se ele vir o quanto estou machucada&lt;/div&gt;
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Ele com certeza me aceitará de volta&lt;/div&gt;
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E meus amigos estão todos aqui tentando me acalmar&lt;/div&gt;
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Porque eu vou gritar seu nome por toda cidade&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Algumas vezes o amor é tóxico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Você vem vindo, suas mãos estão tremendo&lt;/div&gt;
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E você percebe que ninguém está ali esperando&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu juro que se eu for lá agora&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu posso mudar seus pensamentos e dar a volta por cima&lt;/div&gt;
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E eu sei que estou triste mas eu direi mesmo assim&lt;/div&gt;
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E ele me ouvirá desta vez mesmo que seja tudo orgulho&lt;/div&gt;
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Vou discar seu número e confessar a ele que eu ainda amo&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas tudo o que eu ouvi foi nada...&lt;/div&gt;
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Ele não disse nada&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu queria palavras mas tudo o que ouvi foi nada&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu não consegui nada, não consegui nada&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu queria palavras mas tudo o que ouvi foi nada&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Funciona SIM, desde que vocês mantenham algumas coisas sob controle: o ciúme e a conta bancária, por exemplo. Já explico...&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=1061429962356365734" name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Essa pessoinha legal que vos fala aqui mora em Sampa, e namorou um &lt;a href="http://umadosedepolly.blogspot.com/2011/08/tudo-o-que-ele-precisa.html" target="_blank"&gt;cara maravilhoso&lt;/a&gt; que mora em Santa Catarina. Nos conhecemos basicamente por amigos
em comum na internet (e essa é uma loooooooooonga história que você pode acompanhar pelo blog mas especificamente&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://umadosedepolly.blogspot.com/2011/08/sobre-mim-mesma-parte-ii.html" target="_blank"&gt;aqui,&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://umadosedepolly.blogspot.com/2011/07/charlon-de-volta.html" target="_blank"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://umadosedepolly.blogspot.com/2011/10/contando-os-dias.html" target="_blank"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;), tudo começou em 2009 quando nos encontramos pessoalmente e digamos que foi amor a primeira... como direi? ... Esqueçam. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Enfim! Mais de mil quilômetros nos separavam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Eu
trabalhava e estudava aqui e ele tinha a vida dele e sua rotina.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Quando nos víamos o
tempo era curto e a despedida era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;terrivelmente ignorada até o último abraço e dar tchau de dentro do táxi... é bem difícil essa parte da despedida... quem viver entenderá.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mas amor é amor em qualquer lugar, em
qualquer distância.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E como qualquer relacionamento, corre o risco de acabar, como acabou o meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Ok, pulando a parte
do amor...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Existem fatores
básicos que você precisa controlar bem para manter um relacionamento à
distância:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;CONFIANÇA&lt;/i&gt;: Se você não sabe ou não consegue
     confiar na pessoa, DESISTA. Acredite, se ele escolheu ficar com você
     apesar da barreira do espaço físico, é porque realmente está ‘comprometido
     com a causa’. Como em qualquer outro relacionamento, confiança e respeito
     mútuo são essenciais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;CIÚME&lt;/i&gt;: Pode ter ciuminho, é normal, faz até
     bem. Não pode é colocar minhocas na própria cabeça, tipo “enquanto eu to
     aqui longe, ele tá num bar com os amigos e deve ter um monte de louca
     desavergonhada dando em cima dele lá!”. Se você acha que o cara que te
     namora à distância só pra poder sacanear quando tá sozinho, termina logo.
     Tortura não, né, colega?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PAIXÃO&lt;/i&gt;: Não deixe que nada afaste
     vocês apesar da distância. Não fique um dia sem falar com a pessoa e
     demonstrar seu amor por ela, é importante para que as coisas não esfriem e
     você não abra espaço paras as loucas desavergonhadas do bar citado acima.
     Pode ser que seu namorado nem olhe pra elas, mas como eu sempre digo: não
     vamos dar sorte ao azar! Muito amor no telefone, MSN, skype, Twitter,
     Facebook, muitas fotinhas (akelas mesmo) no e-mail dele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;CONTA BANCÁRIA&lt;/i&gt;: Taí a parte que eu
     fiquei de explicar. Vamos lá. Minha avó dizia que “quando a miséria entra
     pela porta, o amor sai pela janela”. Isso é totalmente aplicável aos
     relacionamentos à distância. Afinal, haja amor para suportar os gastos com
     passagens, hospedagem, comida, passeios, etc. Enquanto durou era assim: eu ia quando
     dava... e quando desse ele viria&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;(eu
     adoraria que desse pra eu ir pra lá, e ele vir e no meio disso a gente
     fazer uma viagem pra outro lugar juntos, por exemplo... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O ideal é fazer um acordo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0lhxO40YJgg/Tv23ZNn7HrI/AAAAAAAABOg/WDqM_lheIa4/s1600/tumblr_lwavyhlcSi1qkt56lo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="101" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0lhxO40YJgg/Tv23ZNn7HrI/AAAAAAAABOg/WDqM_lheIa4/s400/tumblr_lwavyhlcSi1qkt56lo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Só não foi melhor (no caso do meu relacionamento) porque não era tão
freqüente quanto gostaríamos. Mas mantínhamos algumas idéias e planos para o
futuro. Isso porque achamos que sabíamos o que queremos e estávamos dispostos à
arriscar. Pra ele foi mais difícil lidar com a distância, mas sei que vale a
pena se sim, você QUERER.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Gente, nós acabamos descobrindo que não era isso que a gente queria, por isso terminou, mas é totalmente possível que seguindo essas dicas vocês consigam vencer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;A saudade é dura, castiga, é um dos sentimentos mais dolorosos. Vez ou
outra dá vontade de abandonar o barco e fugir, principalmente essa nossa
geração Y que quer tudo pra ontem. Nessas horas a gente tem que pensar a longo
prazo e abstrair um pouco o presente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Veja o lado positivo disso tudo: aproveite o tempo livre para estar
perto da família e dos amigos, socializar um pouco mais, fazer um cursinho,
yoga, balé, &lt;s&gt;pole dance.&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Quem tem o amor por perto, grudado 24 horas por
dia, não tem tempo para fazer essas coisas... :p&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por último e não menos importante:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;NÃO COLOQUE A CULPA NO OUTRO se não der certo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Não é fácil e precisa de
uma extrema maturidade para dar certo. Se vocês dois sabem e querem correr o
risco, saibam que existem pedras no caminho. Mas dá sim pra levar em frente!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Distância não é&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;nada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;quando alguém&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;significa&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;tudo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;pra você.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O amor, portanto, nada mais é que um conjunto de várias outras coisas. Compreensão, amizade, respeito, admiração, companheirismo, altruísmo, dedicação e mais uma imensa lista de substantivos abstratos, que, na prática, fazem toda a diferença.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amor, meus caros, é o que faz com que ele suporte a TPM dela todo santo mês. É o que faz com que ela recolha, diariamente, os tênis dele da sala, sem ficar resmungando o tempo todo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amor é o que o faz compreender que ela precisa de mais sapatos, mesmo tendo os armários abarrotados. E é o que faz com que ela seja compreensiva quando ele não pode lhe dar atenção, porque precisa estudar.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amor é o que faz com que ele tolere as crises de ciúme dela, e o que faz com que ela engula, por vezes, aquela amiga dele, da qual ela não vai com a cara.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por amor, ela o libera de lavar a louça, mesmo sendo o dia dele. E também é por amor que ele aceita acompanhá-la a um show que detesta, só porque ela adora.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amor é o que faz com que ela aceite que ele nunca vai aprender a abaixar a tampa do vaso. E é o que o faz aceitar mudar de lado na cama, só porque ela quer dormir no canto.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amor é o que o encoraja a mudar todos os planos, só para vê-la bem. E é o que a faz derramar lágrimas só de pensar no quanto tem sorte por tê-lo ao seu lado.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O amor, portanto, não é fácil. Nem tudo são flores. É cheio de concessões e exceções.&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas, no balanço de tudo, vale muito a pena. Talvez, seja a única coisa nesse mundo que valha a pena, no fim das contas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061429962356365734-6540213309807053242?l=umadosedepolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Corpo juntinho e coração do lado ouvindo a respiração. É como se sentir em casa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061429962356365734-4660297185163586839?l=umadosedepolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quero te pedir, antes de tudo, que tenha muita paciência comigo, pois eu sou muito mais complicada e complexa do que aparento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sei, vai ser difícil me aguentar (mais difícil do que você imagina), mas eu peço que nunca desista de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;Quero te dizer, que sempre que eu puder eu vou te mimar. Vou aceitar café na cama nos domingos, e quando você chegar do trabalho, vou estar te esperando com o jantar pronto. Vou te acordar de madrugada para dizer que te amo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;(e para fazermos sexo)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vou dormir com a boca colada na tua, ou com a tua na minha nuca.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vou pegar na tua mão, mesmo que ela esteja gelada, e olhar bem fundo dos teus olhos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vamos dar longos beijos, até que fiquemos sem ar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Você vai me abraçar até que eu reclame que está apertado demais.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vou brincar com seus dedos, entrelaçando eles nos meus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vou te morder, porque eu sei que você gosta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Você vai me mimar sempre que possível, pois sabe que eu gosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mas também quero te pedir muitas coisas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu peço que você também corra atrás de mim quando brigarmos (vençamos o orgulho um pelo outro).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Peço que me acorde nas madrugadas em que eu não consiga te acordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Peço que me faça surpresas, do tipo que me fazem ficar sem graça ou sorrindo feito uma idiota.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Peço que você também esquente as minhas mãos quando elas estiverem frias e que me cobre abraços de tirar o fôlego.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Peço que não fiquemos fazendo ciúmes o tempo todo, pois você sabe o quanto a gente sempre odiou pensar em se perder um do outro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Peço que não fique bravo quando eu estiver em um dia de mau humor, porque você sabe que você sempre foi pavio curto da dupla.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"&gt;Mas por NÓS você sempre se controlou, mas sabemos que isso não dá certo sempre... Vamos fazer nossa parte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Peço que cuide de mim, assim como sempre cuidei de você.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Peço que me dê beijos de bom dia, boa tarde e boa noite. Aliás, peço que me dê vários beijos. Sem motivo ou razão alguma. Peço que me beije muito (e quando não quiser me beijar, apenas se aproxime e escute o meu coração bater. É por você que ele bate e baterá sempre!)!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Peço que não tenha ciúmes de mim, porquê &amp;nbsp;você sabe que eu sempre tive olhos só para você.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Peço que tire muitas fotos comigo, mesmo que você não goste. É que eu quero ter uma recordação de cada dia feliz ao teu lado. E se o nosso dia não for feliz, que tiremos todas as lições possíveis desse dia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Peço que sempre melhoremos, que busquemos sempre nos manter unidos. Peço que sempre continue sendo você mesmo, e que jamais mude para tentar agradar alguém. Porque eu te amo exatamente do jeito que você é.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Peço que me ame sempre, e que jamais pense em desistir de mim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;E agora só falta prometer o impossível...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Com amor, sua futura esposa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061429962356365734-3955832077264229124?l=umadosedepolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Era impossível para ela dizer o que não sentia, por mais trivial que fosse a ocasião, e portanto sempre cabia a outra pessoa a tarefa de contar mentiras quando a educação exigisse…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061429962356365734-7494177976842298961?l=umadosedepolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu cantando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061429962356365734-7831949800541677915?l=umadosedepolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas, de repente, me lembrei que era viciada em palavrinhas, neologismos e os timbres que saía falando a esmo, tão acima dos reles mortais, tão despretenciosamente acima da vãs inquietações humanas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Além disso, falo bem português, mas também falo inglês sem saber verbos irregulares. Falo sobre política e futebol como se o presente fosse passado e vice-versa....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;Não importa. Sou professora de qualquer modo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061429962356365734-1404164975997250897?l=umadosedepolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu preciso disso para ter a certeza de que não é tudo uma ilusão isso que eu estou sentindo aqui no meu coração, essa vontade de te ver e poder te chamar de meu, a saudade que eu sinto de ouvir a sua voz, quero te ouvir me chamando de minha, quero matar essa vontade que tenho de sentir seu corpo no meu e saber se tudo isso é realmente correspondido, todo esse amor que está guardado aqui, tudo que eu sinto por você, só por você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061429962356365734-1444322029816399171?l=umadosedepolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Com mais maturidade com eu, com menos orgulho, com mais experiência, com menos… Problemas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;Alguém que não seja um problema em si.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alguém que vai facilitar tudo pra você, ao invés de dificultar mais ainda, tá me entendendo?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alguém que vai te proteger e afastar de tudo que te assusta, alguém que vai compreender teus medos bobos e que vai te dar colo naqueles teus momentos sensíveis e acessos de choro. Que vai saber as coisas certas pra dizer e a hora certa de dizer também. Que vai respeitar teu tempo e espaço. Que não vai ter orgulho quando se trata de você.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que andaria até o fim do &amp;nbsp;mundo a pé só pra ver teu rosto. Que escalaria o Monte Everest se isso fosse o necessário pra arrancar um sorriso isso de ti. Que iria até o fim pra conceder teus desejos e vontades.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas, de verdade? Achar alguém que te ame mais do que eu… Isso aí já vai ser difícil. Enfim, boa sorte aí!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1061429962356365734-129551754568997902?l=umadosedepolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Pra lavar meu cabelo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Tocar violão pra mim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Está tudo tão sem graça, tão normal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Eu ia &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002578507264"&gt;te&lt;/a&gt; acordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;E depois acordar com &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002578507264"&gt;você&lt;/a&gt; me vendo dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Pra me beijar enquanto eu tô me maquiando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Pra tomar chuva comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Pra eu me deitar no &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002578507264"&gt;seu&lt;/a&gt; colo e ter os melhores diálogos e traçar os melhores planos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Pra abraçar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Pra tirar fotos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Só nós e nosso espaço... qualquer espaço para nós.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002578507264"&gt;Você&lt;/a&gt; dividiu comigo a sua história, e&amp;nbsp;me ajudou a construir a minha. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strike style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Jota Quest&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;) ♪ ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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" ... aquele abraço vale mais que qualquer palavra…" (&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Luís Fernando Veríssimo)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Na verdade, dias longe de &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002578507264"&gt;você&lt;/a&gt; não deveriam existir. Vai ultrapassando a barreira da saudade... Eu ando por aí apaixonada.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quero aproveitar tudo.&amp;nbsp;Eu &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002578507264"&gt;te&lt;/a&gt; amo e vamos criar mais dessas &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002578507264"&gt;suas&lt;/a&gt; lembranças, minhas lembranças… &lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Nossas lembranças.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Tento dizer muitas coisas, mas todos sabemos que amar é muito mais sentir do que dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Que seja doce o &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002578507264"&gt;seu&lt;/a&gt; cheiro. Que seja doce o meu jeito, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002578507264"&gt;seus&lt;/a&gt; olhares, meu receio. Que seja doce. Que sejamos doce. E seremos, eu sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Acima de tudo, acima do respeito e da estima, havia dentro dele um motivo de simpatia que não podia ser desprezado. Era a gratidão.&lt;/div&gt;
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Gratidão não só por tê-lo amado, mas por ainda amá-lo a ponto de perdoar toda a petulância e indelicadeza de sua maneira de rejeitá-la e todas as acusações injustas que acompanharam tal rejeição.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tal mudança só podia ser atribuída ao amor, ao amor ardente. Sentia um verdadeiro interesse por seu bem estar; e só queria saber até que ponto desejava que esse bem estar dependesse dele.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;É engraçado que mesmo sabendo o propósito da vida e, mais que isso, sabendo a importância da morte nesse plano, é inevitável pensar nas coisas envolvidas. A conclusão é que o E. Joseph B. Wirthlin teve muita inspiração ao dizer 'Aconteça o que acontecer, desfrute.' Porque é isso mesmo. DESFRUTE das coisas boas da vida, como ler um livro, acordar cedo da manhã pelo menos um dia, ir passear com seu cãozinho, comer chocolate vendo desenho animado com seu irmão caçula, fazer um passeio em familia, ficar deitado(a), na grama olhando as nuvens eu até mesmo, simplismente, dormir, e sonhar com um amanhã totalmente diferente. Porque tudo pode desaparecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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