Foi quando apareceu aquela que se deitou na minha cama e me ensinou a escrever de trás para diante, zelosa dos meus escritos, só ela os sabia ler, mirando-se no espelho e de noite apagava o que de dia fora escrito para que eu nunca cessasse escrever meu livro nela.
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It was when appeared that woman who laid in my bed and taught me to write from back forwards, jealous of what I wrote, only she could read it, staring at herself on the mirror and at night she erased what was written on day, so that I could never stop to write my book at night.
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