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The Perfect Man by Zéfira Maia

I always thought love was a language, a difficult language to learn. In my early thirties, I have not mastered it yet. Perhaps love is a language with no translation.
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I always thought love was a language, a difficult language to learn. In my early thirties, I have not mastered it yet. Perhaps love is a language with no translation.

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