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      <title>Why does everything have to go wrong?</title>
      <pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2007 02:36:56 GMT</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;h2&gt;Why does everything have to go wrong?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was Saturday morning and the Godmother with her little 6-year-old son arrived in the early hours. She left immediately and let her &amp;quot;treasure&amp;quot; at our place meanwhile she went to work for some hours. I got up a little later and found him, small brown hair tab, playing some table-game with my father. I told myself: I think I will do a great job, if I exchange my father and amuse with Martin. And now I&amp;#39;m getting to the core of my speech. He was cold, coughing, sneezing, having snots from his nose, but I thought no virus of influenza would caught me, because I eat 10 pieces of fruit and vegetable a day&lt;img src=&quot;/javascripts/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smiley-smile.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Smile&quot; title=&quot;Smile&quot; width=&quot;18&quot; height=&quot;18&quot; /&gt;. Martin after 7 hours of playing, childy kisses on my cheek and showing of naive children&amp;#39;s love left with mother. He left me behind with the only thing to remember: flu. Why do I have to get ill, when athletic competition awaits me in the near future? Now I take Ambrosan (for making your expectorations easy), my nose is runny, the lungs full of sputums, but at least and at last I&amp;#39;m free of school and the spare time allows me to do necessary things that I couldn&amp;#39;t manage while healthy. And finally I have another good friend who makes me happy, even though he&amp;#39;s hundred kilometres away from me: cold Martinko!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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