everything is beautiful, if not for a headache that torments me now for a week with a fairly regular pace corresponding to the concept of always and only paracetamol and the like seem to heal for a period between two and four hours, which, as even the most ignorant on the subject, ie I can understand, it means giving as taking up inordinate amounts of cerveza and coffee liquor and whatever else has a higher alcohol content that I introduce to the water in my body every day, that my liver cells are going through a really bad period. hepatocytes are liver cells, and it seems to me to have to explain that since last night, when I spoke, I was asked if the word from the apparent source, since it consists of the root hepato-and the suffix- quote , meaning, literally "eat the things that hurt." the long road that will take me to the esophageal varices is therefore accompanies and is made even more fluid and less impervious, from this fucking headaches, for which the degree in medicine as the only plausible explanation I find a divine punishment, justified by my little urban behaviors and epithets by no means complacent that appeal to supernatural entities that are part of the Catholic Christian pantheon, but also those of other religions, not to make mistakes, because you never know if they actually possessed the Muslims are right - in this case may Allah be pleased if only addressing injuries to his enemy spalancarebbe Jesus and I once spent a life the best Muslim gates of paradise, a risk that can not run if I want to reunite with my good friend Satan. about epithets directed at Jesus, I met a girl called Basque pork, although I'm not sure this is the correct spelling, and clearly I want to marry as soon as possible despite the face he can not remember exactly, which is pretty common for me since that I am not a particular character, admitted that being physiognomist means remembering people's faces.
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