鸣叫
发表于 2025-3-25 05:50:06
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充气女
发表于 2025-3-25 08:07:20
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podiatrist
发表于 2025-3-25 12:33:40
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Gerontology
发表于 2025-3-25 19:26:53
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暴发户
发表于 2025-3-25 20:42:34
Postscript from Frank,live indulge themselves in—the weeping, the mourning, the funeral charade, the obituaries and the stone monuments are all for us, and not for the dead person. She is beyond it all, passing through the last, wonderful adventure whose joys and sufferings can never be told.
ATRIA
发表于 2025-3-26 00:32:33
Epilogue, handicapped by senility, Alzheimer’s disease, mental handicap or communication difficulties such as those my mother suffered. Now more women care for elderly dependants than care for young children and it will increase because the number of elderly dependants is rising rapidly.
敏捷
发表于 2025-3-26 06:23:30
Prelude,d once been a well-known flower illustrator and, despite her blindness, she taught me to draw snowdrops. I can see us now—heads bent over the paper as her deft fingers guided the pencil unseeingly to the right place.
羽饰
发表于 2025-3-26 08:47:10
Low Ebb,adys and worked at the hospital during the day, would stay the night. My mother liked visiting Gladys’ home. She liked the coal fire and the black labrador Sam. Despite this, she often seemed depressed.
Somber
发表于 2025-3-26 13:53:48
First Encounter, two rooms, bathroom and a diminutive kitchen. I went the day before she arrived; all traces of my occupation of the flat were tidied away, my few clothes bundled into an old suitcase, my toothbrush secreted in the bathroom cupboard and my seaboots stuffed under the bed. My books were relegated to a top back shelf and out I went.
精确
发表于 2025-3-26 20:42:18
Trapped,ce paper, her eyes sunk in her head, and her clothes hanging round her. Wendy stayed and looked after her until she was on her feet and then she came back to London. Life slotted back into the groove we were beginning to make for ourselves. It was not an unpleasant groove.