Eating. He blamed his Asthma. He blamed his Asthma because of the medications. He blamed his medications because of the side effects. He blamed his side effects because of the medications. He blamed his medications because of his Asthma. His gifts from the doctor. His prednisone. His steroid. Thank you doc. He loves his gift. He loves his gift because it helps him breathe better. Thank you doc. He'd shake your hand but he's so young. He cant even talk. But you know that. One day I'll be sure to tell him you saved his life; that YOU were the one that made him breath again. Look at him..so frail..so small. Wow. Thanks doc ::: Look at him now. How old are you now? 11 years young. Big STRONG man. Still loving your gifts? The doctor loves you too. And you...you love your...um...no not your toys...not your videogames...your snacks. Ah, well...boys will be boys. Growing boys need their strength. ::: Your 17 now...what's wrong with you? Stop stuffing your face. Get up. Go outside. I dont want to hear it.You look ridiculous. Size 44?! Fat ass. EXCERCISE. How much do you weigh? AMAZING. Simply amazing. Diabetes. Heart Disease. Stroke. High Blood Pressure. Yeah. Get ready for em...here they come. Your soon to be best buds. HAHAHA I can hear your knees screaming right now. Go sit down give em a break. WHAT? No...I dont have anymore gifts. Told doc his gifts just kept on giving. Disorder.
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