I have a runny nose, something that normal children call Gil or glut. Eyes can have slits in the wooden fence, sore from looking at the glistening snow day. Temples pulsate as fish gills and cheeks painted with the gray shades of red similar to rotten tomatoes at the supermarket, and may have a soft carrots. I cough like an old tuberculosis, after a few bursts of apnea until the bloody phlegm thrown in porcelain mich basin. Thirty-nine black stones squeezes my lungs every time, even the smallest movement. Muscle ache and burning the skin if they were deprived by blowing mad rush, hot and dry desert wind. In a word, I feel much sucks, that is exactly how?
specifically how? And how would I know? The only point of reference, real and concrete to a paper towel to his nose, a few blankets on the bed, looking cukierkowo serving all kinds of medication pills and a cup of tea, unfortunately cold, and even without the lemon, which deigned to roll somewhere the radiator.
Roman rang for lunch. He found a buyer for one of my paintings. The price you gave me so much amused that I suggested that the client had a photo of me in the studio with the selected image, or if you have little time, looked for pics on the internet. Agnes wysmarowała me a letter in which I read that it is tainted by my indifference, lack of empathy and sympathy for her sensitive and gentle personality. A neighbor once again put under my door upieprzone in mud boots, and the question "what are they doing on my doorstep," he replied, "stand and wait until someone washes them. "Lady in the store grabbed my ass. apologized explaining," I thought it was cabbage. "I wanted to ask whether it will seek long green cucumbers for cucumber salad at the last moment I bit my tongue. The cashier counted three times to me Hungarian dried sausage, though I had only one basket. I realized only in the home. Christmas and New Year, a time where everything can happen ...
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