My Sun Room ...
Today we went to the doctor. Routine for chronically ill. As I sit on the chair and my sorrow suit asks the doctor tell me: If they can not tolerate the nice weather? Ben's favorite piece of
And as grotesque as it sounds, just as it is. I hide myself in bed most of the time, aside from the walks. In the household of Norbert helps me a lot of the time. The windows are dirty in the sun and shout for flood water. Tomorrow is another day. If I go to bed put into it and do not watch out I'm on the cattle bones of the little rascal regularly buries at waist level in the Plünnen. He carries around with him all the time and when I'm falling asleep can he fall out of bed height on the ground, something really makes beautiful noise. is
The Diary of Luisa Francia in today's entry that she had gotten because a woman says you can not come up to her. I have to say that Ms. Francia is very close to their readers and very outgoing. Much more than anyone else. This can be said of her not really.
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