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Maria Nicanor

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02 julho 2013


"Hey" he said to her.
She hugged him, putting her chin on his shoulder and her face toward the wall. It wasn't the kind of thing they expected each other to do. It wasn't so much intimacy that provoked it, but the need to look at him any longer.She couldn't really feel anything of him or focus her eyes exactly. Her body was numb and her eyes confused her. "How are you doing?", she heard. In a moment of lucidity, she feared he could feel her heart pounding and she pulled away.
"Fine, thanks" she sounded almost rueful. She wanted to check his face but he was looking at her, so she didn't.
What was the matter with her? It was just him! He was the same old.. But it also wasn't. He was the strangest of strangers, in that he was also her oldest friend.
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