A few nights ago, was reclining on the sofa reading the book "Zarpasos the Puma" by Patricia Verdugo, read when the platoon of soldiers descended from the Puma helicopter and trotted after his victims and was surprised a soldier snatched his dagger and an accurate … court punched a hole! right upper quadrant of my abdomen … in the midst of profuse bleeding … I put my hand! and apprehended, the falciform ligament, liver, just as they sought to hide in the omentum and mesentery, & nb sp; it pulled out of the peritoneal cavity while strangling him, evacuating foul telling all my rage … Evil, Evil, Wretched, Bad …! and was strangling him, and almost had cyanotic and followed him scolding …
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