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| Mr. Taylor, I don't have happy news for you...Your son... has born without legs nor arms... | |
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| oh my god! why does it happens to me?! What a disgrace.... but, I will love it anyway... he is my son. | |
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| And that's not it, more bad news Mr. Taylor: your son has not eyes nor mouth. In fact, your son is an ear. | |
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| Oh christ! What did I do wrong? God! it's terrible... I really wanna cry now but... I gotta be strong, I will love him anyway... he's my son.... I will sing him a lot to make him the happiest ear... | |
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| yes but... we had a birth inconvenience and we have another problem... | |
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