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segunda-feira, março 27, 2017

# White Moon



The night had long since fallen when Anton shut the door behind him and set out to find company for the remaining time until the sun came up again in the morning.

He had spent the day locked in the office, that infernal day that had marked him forever. The abrupt fall of the Scholarships had obliged him to overtime with great fatigue, and the arrival at home, in search of some rest, was not what he had conjectured; Took a bath, which he thought rejuvenating, ate a tuna sandwich and stretched out on the couch.
He switched on the television.