Double up!
subsidiary yesterday by live journal, in the very first day of my intention to post something every day, I am going to do a double update.
Yesterday they told me that I am a sensitive person. But it is not true: it's just that I look very good, and since the casino and the amount of people that came during physical therapy (including the young doctor & Dumpling tyurno that, you know, never fails) then it did not take long to realize the delusion besetting the surgery.
Sensitive. Sensitive
a horn. Sometimes I find it almost an insult. Add
as a side note that the young doctor & dumpling is also nice: entered into a moment of post-acute pain (that I was in agony on the couch after having been struck / crushed / manipulated in many ways quite painful) looked at me and he said-she died? -
And I-Just-po'
him: "Then I'll get a bag and we'll take you off-
I wanted to say" anytime "but faith on his ring finger stopped me.
Sensitive. You see that is an insult?
Another case worthy of note are: Mrs. Effe decided point blank that I wanted to bring to dinner.
And I said no.
No, because a man does not offer dinner by a woman. This is not an option.
Tomorrow I try to invent something better, maybe I finish a story and place. Maybe.
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