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to stretch, it hardens, tensed, pulled it from below! He
wanted to shout it: “Close the door, there are currents had
to go to the obvious: Lucinda did not die more. The air. ”
ectoplasm other looked at him without understanding: for
He was in pain, so bad in all his nerves. What does he
continued further forward? Pulled the cord, the elastic Te
So here again, my aching body. policy abruptly retracted.
He recrossed the roof, | He opened one eyelid, there were
plenty of people around
ceilings, he returned to the operating room and saw the
nurses who released her discharge several hundred volts
directly into the heart. “It is forbidden to do that! “He had
passed a law that, two years before, to limit aggressive
therapy. The result remember, it was section 676: “When
cardiac activity ceases, it will not perform any manipulation,
abuse or operation that may force the failing heart to
restart. “But as he was president, we obviously felt that his
life was above the law. Ha! the bastards! Ah, the little
manure! Once again he found the inconvenience of being
the most important man of Country : .. In the second he had
only one desire: to be a bum which no one cared. Tramp,
beggar, worker, housewife, anything, but that he record the
peace. That he be granted the peace of death. This is the
first right of a citizen: to die in peace.
“Let me die! Let me die! “He yelled to loudly. But his
ectoplasm had no voice. The cord money dragged lower