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Where Did the Weekend Go?
It is Sunday evening, 6:42 p.m. Outside, it is slightly cloudy and relatively cold. I don’t think it is more than 17 degrees. I am sharing the couch with Luca, who is making faces and whining because he has a bit of a cold and is very tired. He hasn’t slept for a few hours now, and at this point he is behaving like a little brontosaurus. The fact that I suctioned the snot out of his nose did not exactly help with his peace and harmony. And now I can hear him and his mother tr

Daniel Popescu, MD
Sep 205 min read
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