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shopon seo
22 de jan. de 2022
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Poor my idiot love , he told me. The industry leads arm never fully healed. One day he woke up with a fever. I got closer to his forehead and it was like touching the sun. It gave off heat from far away. The mist had entered the house. He began to cough and have difficulty industry leads breathing. By bribing everyone I got oxygen and a chamber pot. I stayed by his bedside, even though I knew if he died I would die too. I gave him teaspoons of broth and industry leads water, lots of water. I gave him painkillers and I gave him love, all my love. I read poems to him in English. He sang industry leads songs for little children, put cool cloths on his burning forehead. I told him that he was going to recover and that we would go to the beach and lie down in a hammock while they brought us the fish. My boy, my boy, my boy. industry leads When the oxygen was about to run out, he asked me for oatmeal in milk, then he got up a little, then he told me to help him get to the bathroom. I was so weak. I cleaned his industry leads dirty butt and put him in the bathtub filled with fresh water. I rubbed his body with a towel and told industry leads him you lived . Lived. Lived. Lived. I couldn't have put up with him dying. Dozens of banana bread, hundreds of oatmeal cookies, soups, toast, tangerines, salads, chicken rice, tomato pasta, meats, fruit smoothies, cereals with industry leads milk passed by. They spent sleepless nights, hundreds of hours watching series, books and more books passed, conversations and silences passed, mists and mists industry leads passed. He spent his broken arm and oxygen at our house.
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