"Aren’t you not hungry?" he asked, distracted. "No." I didn’t feel like mentioning that my stomach was already full – of butterflies. "You?" I looked at the empty table in front of him. "No, I’m not hungry."I didn’t understand his expression – it looked like he was enjoying some private joke.   Por que será né!? A private joke é bem menos private pra todos que já são familiares com este livro…simplesmente o MAIS LEGAL que li nesses últimos tempos…reacendeu aquela vontade de ler desesperada que eu tinha com......

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