Although I now have a never-ending nausea and fatigue that does not pass even with sleep (the last night was disturbed by the tram and kisses and the duvet is too heavy), despite the cold face, there is snow to the ground and walks with difficulty, in my neighborhood no longer work the lights and I dream that people who got into the car with me then are promptly killed by a killer, I'm happy. Fine. I still have a bit 'to improve with my hypochondria, but someone is giving me a big help.
I think it ended the era of rancor and sarcastic post.
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