irmãs verdade (truth sisters) speak not of the truth, because that is impossible, but of life as it is.
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and it’s either laugh or cry—here it’s the same thing.
Everything falls apart and the end is premeditated.
We want the right to eat at a stylish seafood restaurant with access to lemon napkins.
The dream has already become sickening.
Let’s live.



