g, "if I am wrong, please let God punish me, don't let me drink those medicinal soups, don't torture me, will you"I don't know where he found those dietitians. The medicinal diet tasted so bad that sh...or another time, and then walked towards the living room.he stood on the balcony, took a cigarette and pushed open the window with outstretched arms.the night wind is blowing in my face.spit out a puf...