I didn’t sell 5 of my favorite hematogenics in the pharmacy today. They said, said, the rate of medical leave is not more than 2 pieces in one hand. I had to pick up all kinds of things...
This is so that no one dies from an overdose. After you run away, let us eat hematogeene, so that you know whom you have lost.
I already imagine a note: “Dear, you abandoned me, and I decided to count my life.” And the whole room is filled with paper from hematogens.
WOW: And the morning was a cruel snatch: the dose was not enough to die pathosely... but fuck it, fuck it!! to