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“I’m scared.” “I know that too.” “You can’t love me,” I tell him, my voice full of denial. “I can.” No argument. No added detail. Just a vow. “You don’t want me really,” I argue. “I do.” “You won’t always.” “I will.” tudo bem vcs me convenceram vou fazer uma pasta no pinterest pra osrikrissa