N or know why but his mind was filled with memories.
'm so happy. What luck I have to be me who has spent four hours in the OR.
For some unknown reason appear as frames, scenes that made up a life plan.
infinite That smile upon you a drink. The whole night talking on the phone without speaking. The lateness of it, which so irritated him and ultimately learned to take while filling crosswords in every corner of the city that had seen them fall in love. Love. Angry. Grieved. As when she confessed she was pregnant and did not stop mourn while making love endlessly whispering - I love you, I love you I love you -.
life together was a delightful routine. The smell of Sunday dinner. Travel together. Anecdotes. As that summer lost luggage at the airport in Syria and spent fifteen days with silk pareos. Every time they saw the photos were dying of laughter. Laughter. His laugh. That was what he loved her. I could not live without that sweet soundtrack. No. No. No.
'm so happy. What luck I have to be me who has spent four hours in the OR.
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