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Stephan comeu-o vivo, o que não foi, nem de perto nem de longe, a mais sábia das decisões. Opções. Teve de (con)viver com ele no bucho até ao final dos seus sofridos dias. Estranha criatura, aquela: Manfred adaptou-se muito bem e lá refez a sua existência nas entranhas do companheiro. Com certas (bastantes) limitações, evidentemente.

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Rocío disse…
Curiosa y bella historia :-)
¿Antropofagia?
También evoca la eterna dualidade del Hombre (doctor Jekyll y Mr. Hyde) ;-)
Misantropofagia, porventura. Ou amor. As fronteiras já me confundem.

;-)
Rocío disse…
Pregunté, no aseguré (hay dos lindos signos de interrogación) :-)

Canibalismo, amor... Es díficil marcar los límites. No sólo a ti te confunden las fronteras :-D

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