For a long time I could not understand the reason for the bad feeling. She did the uzi, donated blood for everything, tested for hormones, died, visited a neurologist, enrolled in a cardiogram and X-ray. I brought the results to my doctor and asked what he was seeing.
I see you have money and energy.
From postal correspondence:
“Abram, I think our letters are being opened. I send you my hair in this letter.
Go out, it’s okay! Her hair got!
– Abram, and I didn’t put it in the envelope!