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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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"Não é mais essa relação sem graça que quero para
minha vida”.&amp;nbsp;

“Quero viver com mais emoção”.&amp;nbsp;

“Vou
embora”


Mensagem no celular: “Você faz falta.”...&lt;br/&gt;
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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Que sensação boba é essa de&amp;nbsp; desamparo, de sonhos partidos, de futuro
roubado? 

Onde está aquela adolescente sedenda por justiça que
foi suspensa da escola por mais de uma...&lt;br/&gt;
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- rubra rosa, sem pudor.

Cobicei, cheirei, colhi.

Mas ela despetalou

E outra igual, nunca mais vi.

Já vivi mil aventuras,

Me embriaguei de alegria!

Mas os risos da...&lt;br/&gt;
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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passando férias no litoral, perguntei a alguém onde o mar terminava. A
consciência de sua infinitude foi o gatilho da minha inquietação, que permeia
desde então, a minha...&lt;br/&gt;
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filho,




nunca
canso de buscar compreender o que aconteceu&amp;nbsp;quando você me olhou pela
primeira vez. &amp;nbsp;

Alguma
coisa mudou em mim para sempre.

Através
e a partir dos seus olhos...&lt;br/&gt;
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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o amor que essa pessoa tem por nós. Se assim é, amamos o amor e não a pessoa.
Gostei disso. Ajudou-me a mudar de foco. Não amo um homem em si, amo...&lt;br/&gt;
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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