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Earlier at the clinic, a child told me he wanted to drink bleach; certain he will never be healed. Driving on a fog-smothered road, I cry over the sudden blossoming of snowflakes on my windshield.
4 tygodnie temu
Earlier at the clinic, a child told me he wanted to drink bleach; certain he will never be healed. Driving on a fog-smothered road, I cry over the sudden blossoming of snowflakes on my windshield.
4 tygodnie temu