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Right in front of me. So was ashamed of him.
A nurse fellows, did not panic. Laid on the changing table and substitution as small.
And you know, not the least bit surprised. The impression that they have there every day this happens.
- How old is he? Seven? – Asked Vic.
- Yeah, seven – confirmed Olya – moved into the second class.
- And what was in the hospital? – Mom asked.
- With gastritis – sigh Olya – Oh, those school canteen.
- Poor boy – my mother said sympathetically.
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