After thirty three hours, the lower bàck pàin begán to eàse up.
_ Boyy...wàsn't that à curse. _
My right leg still feels kindâ weàk¸ though. But àt leàst I cân wàlk better now.
I'm stàrting to hate the word 'hope'. `
The more we hope, the more disappointed we get.
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