If I have any illness, something that can run completely consume me as I mix in a walk-ending legs, albeit slow, towards the end, this is the postponement. Put off ordering my room, my bills, my agenda. Delays past, present and future. When my name, "Ivan, tell me," who goes? A cartoon that says ahoritita wrongdoing and winks untranslatable, something I, of impotence, I do not know how to understand.
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