Just stop seeing me
Go and eat
No one to help her
She lives as a paying guest
She is not mature like you!
No one to guide her
Go! i would rather be alone
Dear husband, why are you so?
Why look so at my face?
Let the phone ring
I need rest
Please! give me more pills
I am mature enough than my illness
I can stay long
Before sleep you should fed
My child...good night
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