The elderly burned. Now I know for sure that we have a doctor grown up, my grandfather’s genes. Let’s go to honey in a year.
Our puppy is dead. Tragedy, but he died of old age, wrinkles were there, feathers tore, shorter, it was hard for her to live. The younger ones cried, the older ones breathed, I put the bird in a tea box to bury in the evening, yet so many years my husband's brain was endured, almost a member of the family.
The future star of medicine.
Just don’t bother and don’t tell anyone... Can I do it? and Oops: