spoke at the elbows. At 10, he called his first mobile phone, and obviously it was at 10 and one day, and stopped talking up a storm to do so by telephone. Were hours and hours glued to the phone. When I had to talk to, click a few numbers at random. Sometimes they even managed to bring a little talk a few seconds. He was happy. On Saturday, the catch he dropped to the floor and stopped working.
stopped working. Died of grief. Tomorrow, Monday, at 13 hours, his funeral in Hawthorn.
