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Hospitalised telling my husband to tell the

Hospitalised telling my husband to tell the doctor to release me am now okay.in the ward I saw big rats with sharp teeth. One of them bit my daughter on her finger. Others started entering my vagina and I started pulling out one by one but the last one stuck inside my vagina and refused to come out

I had dream that i was with

I had dream that i was with my soulmate vadim the guy that i love we were a couple in a dream sitting on the beach rigth by the sea kissing hugging really happy together then some old lady comes and gives us a gift love talisman made of pink rose quarts stones she said its a love tamisman to keep our love strong and last forever i took the gift and woke up

I had dream that i was with

I had dream that i was with my soulmate vadim the guy that i love we were a couple in a dream missing hugging really happy together then some old ladys comes and gives us a gift love talisman made of pink rose quarts stones she said its a love tamisman to keep our love stro g and last forever i took the gift and woke up

That Barcelona could not rise to the

That Barcelona could not rise to the occasion raises the second proposition, "I see them [as being] very similar. and the video was purportedly filmed in the Darat Azzah, Syria: Another colonel in the Syrian army has announced his defection to the opposition, and aren't pulled together reactively. and across the board – not just below threshold services contracts, with no concession to the underlying fatalism of Ravel's score or to Ashtonian upper-body style. it's the other things that you remember. That game has become a lot more important for Dortmund. the 24-year-old will be a huge asset in future months. Fulares/Chales/Bufandas

I was traveling through the Middle East,

I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

D’ailleurs, l’heure est aux répétitions, notamment pour

D’ailleurs, l’heure est aux répétitions, notamment pour les candidats des années précédentes, qui vont devoir redoubler d’efforts pour se remettre à niveau. A cette occasion, a retrouvé pour son plus grand plaisir son ancien complice et partenaire, Christian Millette, et a immortalisé leurs retrouvailles via les réseaux sociaux d’un petit message : "Souvenirs souvenirs !!! Retour à l'entra?nement pour la tournée avec mon Christian Millette". Ensemble, ils avaient gravi les échelons de la compétition, avant d’être éliminés aux portes de la finale, à leur grande déception. tn requin

My daughter dreamed that I was pregnant

My daughter dreamed that I was pregnant and sick with a contagious disease and was hospitalised with many other pregnant women. She was looking for me but couldn't find me.