deborah was ashamed. he had always kept him in the garden, maintained as a mother, her child, always in the back with a hoe and rake, shovel, axe. pruning was his life's blood. two trees he had reared on tribe; they were now heksenbomen, cease all sides indicated as a charge against her negligence.
in the last stage. he had a lot of pain, the doctor gave him some pills. strange coloured pills in plastic tubes. it was a overwegingskracht deborah cost to keep him from the capsules to open the medicine that tasted awful, in his pharynx to slide.
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..
