There they go jumping hilariously at such a wonderful opportunity, so they think. To unwind in such an atmosphere of pleasure. Waiting for that moment of ecstasy.
They go for the cheapest way of showing love. Saying I love is never enough, so they reciprocate by kissing. The depth of kiss reinforcing their degree love.
In love and ignorance they romance. Exchanging love, hepatitis B virus orally and sexually. An action they would soon regret after the seeds have grown on good soil.
Half of their children become carriers, acquiring the infection from intra-familial contact with siblings. Or from parents secreting virus in oozing skin sores, blood or saliva. A tale of tears, fears and medication.
See them as they complain of pain. See them with jaundice, dark urine and pale stool. Some recovering like the early morning sun, while others persist like the eyes of an old witch.
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