Eu: Eu tenho aqui um pouco de gasolina e um esqueiro. Serve?
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Alexandre Dumas Introduces D’Artagnan:
Imagine to yourself a Don Quixote of eighteen; clothed in a woolen doublet, the blue color of which had faded into a nameless shade between lees of wine and a heavenly azure; face long and brown; high cheek bones, a sign of sagacity; the maxillary muscles enormously developed, an infallible sign by which a Gascon may always be detected, the eye open and intelligent; the nose hooked, but finely chiseled. Too big for a youth, too small for a grown man. An experienced eye might have taken him for a farmer’s son upon a journey had it not been for the long sword which hit against the calves of its owner as he walked.
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Depois que se vê a morte de perto, você descobre o valor que a vida tem. Jogos Mortais
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