Time passes and things that wander by him are coming to an end, yes, taking a few last gasps to not forget the pleasant experience that gives you life. In 3 hours
get back into an operating room. Minor surgery, I know ... as if it is tiny. It's the smell. It is the color. It's the taste. It returns the memory to be installed in the head, with all its moving Diogenes.
This is being added, full of excitement and novelty because it will live downstairs, and is 18. 18 screws that I become the bionic woman, with my four plates operating thermostat. I did not know that the face could be so cool.
This time everything is reduced to a minimum and everyone tells me that after what I've seen this is more an anecdote, but I do not know is that it is a story that puts you finger in the eye, with their points , the antibiotic, your porridge and soothing.
Everything is because this is coming to an end.
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