I think I have Stockholm syndrome, that of being kidnapped by the gang during a runny nose for almost a week has left me feeling like Patty Hearst but not wealthy family, that's for at least, would give a pass to the theme.
is that eventually I could no more, I gave up and succumbed to a torrid affair with my virus. Yeah, yeah, do not think it to be shocked as I am sure that more than has a past or simply wanted the same thing. If you do not tell me, who can resist a bed with clean sheets and warm, a soft pillow of dreams faithful confidant, comforter soft and flattering in a week when the sky cries bad milk and the sun has been sneaking out of work, clearly loitering around here Southerners, eh? ...
To this we must add to the pampering, cuddle and cuddle those who have been subjected, the broth of trips hugs kisses, hugs and kisses tizanas of healers, ancient family recipes donated free.
Exposed to normal circumstances, I say, my psyche has evolved mechanisms defensive, just to protect me! course. Of course I giving in wills to my captors, so I've become the cause and helped him becoming his accomplice in his next assault.
have used my body as a biological weapon being my lips wishbone withering new attack. The victim could not be otherwise, he who sleeps beside me, my pirate. I'm talented pupils in tight time I managed to subdue him into bed. But ...
... is that I could not refuse!, I was offered an excellent position if you tell me how I can not refuse:
- prime location in front of the fireplace on days with rain sofa adapted to the shape of my body, blanket, window overlooking First, associated sound track ("raindrops" the best for this time), which enliven the reading of this provocative book asks me devour.
You see, I have no choice, I have to find a psychologist to help me heal these signs of dependence on my body. If possible, cheap, budget cuts go, I'm afraid I also have to hire an attorney to fight for the rights acquired in pampering, cuddle and place of privilege, with the new kidnapped.
Eah! be bad it's more fun
Eah! Being ill is more fun. 
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