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I killed the beast in myself and mts immediately took away my phone with three sixes.

Are you really interested in playing on the phone? Distracting? From what? From real life, right? Oh, this will not bring you all to good! Yes, and us together with you. Half of the patients are already treating themselves on the Internet. Come with ready-made diagnoses. You could do your own tests. In fact, they probably wouldn't come! They turned us into a household service. They demand, they demand... You must, you must! The question is, can you take at least part of your responsibility for yourself? At least for your own health!

More reliable than a computer and phone.

And we are not ready to be adults. We should have been stopped at the nearest approaches.

- ... Hadji. Don't talk, come on.

Believe in me - don't leave, stay, give me your hand!

- We all have what we cannot, but it is still there.

- And I happened. - I told the truth. - It's creepy. You definitely won't like it. Someone else's death seems to take over you. And drives you crazy. You carry the deceased with you all your life, until the very end ...

Long before telephone sex was invented, we became friends on the phone.

- I hear everything, I just don't always want to talk to you.

He is alone in the whole city, loneliness - hunger, loneliness - cold.

subscriber, out of range ...

- What? No! One day the assistant left her post because she cut her hand with a paper knife. And Miranda did not have time to speak with Lagerfeld before his seventeen-hour flight to Australia. Now she works in the TV Guide.

I spent the entire pandemic at home, set myself the goal of losing six kilograms. But he exceeded and scored nine. I tried weights for the legs, this is such a thing, a sports equipment. You put on extra weight on your leg, go about your daily activities and lose weight. I put it on, sit, watch movies, stick to the phone. It looks more like an obesity probe. Like: "What will happen if I gain three more kilograms?" And you put on this: "Well, okay ... You can eat more." Now, it turns out, I have two choices: either go on a diet, or accept myself and, as an adult, blame everything on the thyroid gland. "