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Era uma noite, quase 11 horas da manhã, quando um surdo escutou um mudo a dizer que o cego viu um cabrao coxo a correr atrás de um carro parado, e ali perto a 100km, em um dia frio de 48º graus (♥♥♥♥ de frio) em que o sol brilhava naquela pálida noite, uma velha de 6 anos deitada de pé num banco de pedra feito de madeira dizia calada que preferia morrer do que perder a vida