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Whisper... Whisper, Little Nightingale
This morning, I woke up tired. I woke up tired and tried to gather my thoughts before taking Laura to kindergarten. Just before leaving the house, we had a little tantrum, as she was deeply unhappy about the fact that, although her mother had borrowed one hundred euros from her to pay for her dance classes at short notice, the one hundred and fifty euros she returned today were apparently not quite as good. We clearly need to work a little more on this whole businesswoman con

Daniel Popescu, MD
19 hours ago5 min read
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