15th o May, 2019.
A man in white enters the room, he says good
through the window, it is early. Look at the
mobile telephone. It is six in the morning.
He leaves a box with
pills in. it at each
bed. For the morning, there is a yellow pill, tiny,
ovoid thing, and a white circular pill, and

matter
, the same, broken in half.
Take the lot, all Together, later.
go out into the corridor, to fetch a battle of
water
Return, water into The glass, swallow.
Pulls for a sort of breakfast.
Wash in the eutdde bathroom, the splint on the
hand gets wet, despite all care. Perhaps
it will be fixed later.
The red cover for the
little finger has dropped off in the night,
it was not fixed so well.
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