works at the hospital, yes, the most beautiful hospital doctor. It is sweet and good. And friendly. And generous. Also, if you wish, you can be the opposite. It is, in short, an ordinary woman, but absolutely beautiful. Beautiful are your eyes, teeth, lips, legs, her hair. When I was a surgeon, for eight guards per month and, if spoke, their mouths came cysts, sutures, capsules pus, fragments of peritoneum and small bowel. Quiet, you could see in his eyes staring into his corneas floating tumors and hemorrhoids. Her beauty did not change or metastasize. Remained the most beautiful doctor. But it became an internist and pressed the two volumes of Harrison against his body. What about the way the stethoscope, the stethoscope bell, tinkling of moving back and forth between her breasts. Then history was generous and stopped at menudeces than any other time in the beauty hospital would have received none. Time passed and this same woman, Dr. more beautiful, it went into psychiatry. The most naïve approached her and spoke of childhood trauma. The least went directly to the symptom. She was clear, incisive and forceful, but his beauty made her a torrent of olanzapine. With your right hand and left waving transmitting a stream of agomelatine. When approached, the young doctors cycles to the hobby. When he left, sank in sadness. She kept walking and from afar his legs seemed unattainable, almost impossible, but then turned his head and a smile promised a review monograph on hysteria to the next meeting. Having seen, none have considered the possibility the radiologist that was done, but it was. Since the imaging, the most beautiful doctor knew everything, knew everything. There was no corner of the human body that had not been visited by his knowledge. It was so beautiful and proud, dry and reliable. Her look was a scanner that burrowed into the interconsultante and without dissect, cut it into pieces for viewing. Before her, the corridors of the hospital were a nudist beach could not even cover the skin. She, however, ruled dress fabrics. It was, undoubtedly, a tough time of beauty hospital. Followed neurology, nephrology and ophthalmology. After two months of urology (temporary contract) and three of cardiology. Time has passed and the doctor more beautiful still here, living in the hospital. Lately, we can say, has undergone mitosis, and now duplicate exercises traumatologist in a hallway and the other a pediatrician. Breastfeeding, hip fracture, Achilles rupture, chickenpox, vomiting, rotavirus and rubella: these are the issues that everyone in the hospital now we want to talk.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
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works at the hospital, yes, the most beautiful hospital doctor. It is sweet and good. And friendly. And generous. Also, if you wish, you can be the opposite. It is, in short, an ordinary woman, but absolutely beautiful. Beautiful are your eyes, teeth, lips, legs, her hair. When I was a surgeon, for eight guards per month and, if spoke, their mouths came cysts, sutures, capsules pus, fragments of peritoneum and small bowel. Quiet, you could see in his eyes staring into his corneas floating tumors and hemorrhoids. Her beauty did not change or metastasize. Remained the most beautiful doctor. But it became an internist and pressed the two volumes of Harrison against his body. What about the way the stethoscope, the stethoscope bell, tinkling of moving back and forth between her breasts. Then history was generous and stopped at menudeces than any other time in the beauty hospital would have received none. Time passed and this same woman, Dr. more beautiful, it went into psychiatry. The most naïve approached her and spoke of childhood trauma. The least went directly to the symptom. She was clear, incisive and forceful, but his beauty made her a torrent of olanzapine. With your right hand and left waving transmitting a stream of agomelatine. When approached, the young doctors cycles to the hobby. When he left, sank in sadness. She kept walking and from afar his legs seemed unattainable, almost impossible, but then turned his head and a smile promised a review monograph on hysteria to the next meeting. Having seen, none have considered the possibility the radiologist that was done, but it was. Since the imaging, the most beautiful doctor knew everything, knew everything. There was no corner of the human body that had not been visited by his knowledge. It was so beautiful and proud, dry and reliable. Her look was a scanner that burrowed into the interconsultante and without dissect, cut it into pieces for viewing. Before her, the corridors of the hospital were a nudist beach could not even cover the skin. She, however, ruled dress fabrics. It was, undoubtedly, a tough time of beauty hospital. Followed neurology, nephrology and ophthalmology. After two months of urology (temporary contract) and three of cardiology. Time has passed and the doctor more beautiful still here, living in the hospital. Lately, we can say, has undergone mitosis, and now duplicate exercises traumatologist in a hallway and the other a pediatrician. Breastfeeding, hip fracture, Achilles rupture, chickenpox, vomiting, rotavirus and rubella: these are the issues that everyone in the hospital now we want to talk.
works at the hospital, yes, the most beautiful hospital doctor. It is sweet and good. And friendly. And generous. Also, if you wish, you can be the opposite. It is, in short, an ordinary woman, but absolutely beautiful. Beautiful are your eyes, teeth, lips, legs, her hair. When I was a surgeon, for eight guards per month and, if spoke, their mouths came cysts, sutures, capsules pus, fragments of peritoneum and small bowel. Quiet, you could see in his eyes staring into his corneas floating tumors and hemorrhoids. Her beauty did not change or metastasize. Remained the most beautiful doctor. But it became an internist and pressed the two volumes of Harrison against his body. What about the way the stethoscope, the stethoscope bell, tinkling of moving back and forth between her breasts. Then history was generous and stopped at menudeces than any other time in the beauty hospital would have received none. Time passed and this same woman, Dr. more beautiful, it went into psychiatry. The most naïve approached her and spoke of childhood trauma. The least went directly to the symptom. She was clear, incisive and forceful, but his beauty made her a torrent of olanzapine. With your right hand and left waving transmitting a stream of agomelatine. When approached, the young doctors cycles to the hobby. When he left, sank in sadness. She kept walking and from afar his legs seemed unattainable, almost impossible, but then turned his head and a smile promised a review monograph on hysteria to the next meeting. Having seen, none have considered the possibility the radiologist that was done, but it was. Since the imaging, the most beautiful doctor knew everything, knew everything. There was no corner of the human body that had not been visited by his knowledge. It was so beautiful and proud, dry and reliable. Her look was a scanner that burrowed into the interconsultante and without dissect, cut it into pieces for viewing. Before her, the corridors of the hospital were a nudist beach could not even cover the skin. She, however, ruled dress fabrics. It was, undoubtedly, a tough time of beauty hospital. Followed neurology, nephrology and ophthalmology. After two months of urology (temporary contract) and three of cardiology. Time has passed and the doctor more beautiful still here, living in the hospital. Lately, we can say, has undergone mitosis, and now duplicate exercises traumatologist in a hallway and the other a pediatrician. Breastfeeding, hip fracture, Achilles rupture, chickenpox, vomiting, rotavirus and rubella: these are the issues that everyone in the hospital now we want to talk.
Friday, January 7, 2011
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One school in my twelfth year
In June, the universal history teacher closed the book in the middle of the crusade. The sex education, however, could not pass the masturbation, the difficulties of Castilian was the letter elements, and of art, always relentless, stopped the further examination long before Picasso, in The Ship of Fools. From the result, bad for me, on this assessment, in my house learned of the breach of the program and decided to switch to another school where the teachers had reached the second war, frotismo, em and Warhol's soup can. In the years that I was put on par with my new colleagues, I thought of those ancient and imagined a world without dynamite, unaware absolute abstract painting and, of course, masturbating. Envious, I admit, some of his situation: have more time to play and at the insult, would not call Hitler or Mussolini. Then I forgot, little by little, without thinking that now appear again. It is not just a souvenir, but in the last year, one of them called my phone, grabbed me by surprise and, to the offer of joining such a club of former students, guard, responded by giving my address . I have not gone to their meetings, I'm not ready yet, but through their e-mails I find the results. Who found my phone and made the call and writes a detective natural misspellings. Another constantly sending pornographic films, is a publicist. As with all clubs, there are administrators, chiropractors, teachers and engineers. In this, moreover, there are two ex-convicts and three priests. That's counting the art teacher who also attends the meetings. Thanks to plastic surgery, seems to have been the youngest student in the group and, before him, none made reference to Dorian Gray. Two weeks ago, organized a party that ended in shock after the detective announces its decision to become an evangelical. Catholics were on the premises and the evangelicals out to sea, under the pretext of catching shrimp. I saw the video of this meeting in a cafe while my body moved to the left. Tried to touch a great neighbor.
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