CANCER: THEY CAN listen US Lina didn't even have to press put-on upon the voice note her sister had sent her; the driving mode that played messages automatically was nevertheless on, and for the few that came through she hadn't irritated to amend the settings. Hearing her voice, he closed his eyes. He missed the first few sentences as he internally blessed the fan, which was spinning at top promptness under the meager shade in which he sheltered. A few days at a campsite in the mountains seemed subsequently the absolute plot to save her six-year-old...
