The brother told, so not sure about the fairy tale or the real story, but gave the word that his.

According to him, the duty in the pharmacy, (the provider), suits the grandmother, the very "God's puppy." Pulling a finger, like come to the ear I say. Well, quite a standard topic, maybe from the gemorous what he is looking for, maybe anything else from the "uncomfortable" drugs, embarrassed. I come out of the shelf, I approach, I lean to her with my ear. Grandma, slightly coughing: “Son, is there anything from tuberculosis?”

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