Chronicle by lazar fever at thirty-seven, phlegm, one tragic night coughing, headache fierce and pee breaks. Not pretty.
The doctor says the first flu, now tracheobronchitis. Too bad for me I've tried to work on it.
The worst, however, is not the disease. The worst are all the chemical crap that I'm putting in my body for a week in this part in an attempt (futile) to take it again. In AV
telephoto, the tachiflu dec. What according to the publication you pussy pussy meet your friend at the bar, I drink and 30 "are you ready for the cinema.
I did not. You are
Masculo. I think.
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