De tão fria, congelava-se. E nas mãos do estrangeiro, de tão quentes, derretia-se. Mas, de tão derretida, molhava-se. E, de tão molhada, escorregava. De tão escorregadia, caía. E de tão frágil, quebrava-se.

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