Wednesday, June 7, 2000
 
 
I thought that they would draw only three or four flasks of blood, but they took twelve.
 
The next gate of birds make irritant, of the noises raspy as if they were éperdus.
 
Doyen Cain must be merry — it indicates so much just on its shirt.
 
Thuy considering is on the same level as mexi-CAT.
 
  
     
     
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