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tinnitus his, put more ssss to the hiss it is like a steady stream of sound from a gas cooker. Always on the right.
And they do not know what it is and they know that it will never go away. That is what they say.

And now it is eight forty eight on saturday the third of november.
two thousand and eighteen.

And the son has sat down opposite, he is combing his hair, he wants to go to the café.
The cat has already run through the house, chasing mice and bats and things.

A cup of strong coffee made with coffee of the both robusta and arabica, foamy dark brown.
And the pain in the back, the whistle in the ear, the onset of forgetfulness, what is to be done?
There is no mission today, other than to go out with the son.
To the café.
the weather is bright grey.

hey