The man suffered along with the hospital with something to read and a stroke. And the slow pulse of the sun washed the hospital in the morning. Eventually the doctor washed the fluids from his arms and the nurse suffered something to read with him. So the man and his daughter had something to read. His daughter. His daughter suffered inside the ready walls of the hospital, washed of its fluids, and the nurse had a stroke. So the man’s stroke washed his pulse and his daughter had something to read. His daughter felt great. The man felt slow and ready and reached for something to read. The man suffered a stroke and washed the hospital windows in the morning. The pulse of the morning kept time with his daughter and the doctor had something to read. The doctor suffered and washed the ready to wash hospital. The ready walls of the room had something to read. The nurse gave her fluids to the doctor and the hospital suffered a stroke. So the hospital washed its walls in the morning and his daughter checked her watch for the time and pulse of it. When the man suffered a stroke, the doctor felt great for it, and the nurse washed the man and the hospital felt okay about it. Here we have the fluids of his daughter in her veins. Here we have the great pulse of the sun in the morning and the day providing breakfast. And the doctor felt great for it. The hospital suffered when the fluids washed its windows. And his daughter came and watched the clock with the man and the man felt great and the slow pulse of the stroke washed away. The doctor had a stroke and felt great for it. The man and his pulse felt great and the nurse fetched her fluids. And the doctor felt there was something extraordinary in the pulse of the sun, but otherwise felt normal. And the stroke suffered a stroke. And the nurse suffered while washing the man’s hands while his daughter watched her watch and the window and her watch again. The doctor, later, came by and explained the pulse and everyone felt great for it. His daughter felt she needed more fluids so she went to find some. The nurse fell asleep for a moment in the chair next to the man’s bed while the man sat back and felt the ready linen on his body. And the nurse. And the doctor felt something extraordinary in the man and expressed his thoughts eloquently to his daughter and the nurse. The nurse woke and watched the doctor and felt extraordinary. The man felt great while his daughter suffered for him. His daughter washed her hands under the pulse of the water from the pump. His daughter pumped the water until she felt extraordinary. Her hands felt clear. The man’s mind felt clear and the doctor expressed his concerns. The nurse fetched the man’s fluids and checked his pulse and everything was great. The man felt the hospital walls and his daughter checked her watch and suffered the pulse of the hospital around her. The nurse felt extraordinary and the doctor felt great for it. The man’s mind cleared up and he took a nap and the nurse felt this was extraordinary. The doctor’s idea was clear. His daughter considered taking a nap but left to get some lunch instead. The doctor watched his watch and ate lunch and washed the windows and felt great overall. Extraordinary. The fluids had been checked and the pulse had been clear. When the man suffered another stroke, he felt great about it and the doctor explained to his daughter about his pulse and about how great he felt. The man, his daughter, and the nurse all suffered and poured their fluids into something extraordinary. The nurse suffered extraordinarily after lunch. His daughter checked her watch. The man suffered another stroke and the hospital poured its fluids into him. The man felt great and told his daughter so. His daughter suffered and poured her pulse into her head to consider some things. The nurse checked the man’s fluids. The man’s fluids were clear and extraordinary. The nurse felt the clarity of the windows and felt great. The man felt great. His daughter felt great and checked her watch and the hospital suffered an extraordinary stroke. Fluids poured into the nurse’s pulse and she felt great for it. His daughter felt extraordinary. Later, the man suffered a stroke and the nurse felt it was extraordinary. So the pulse of the hospital sounded extraordinary and his daughter felt great for it. Later, his daughter watched the bicycle out the window.
The man suffered so his daughter checked his fluids. His daughter’s pulse felt extraordinary. The great thing about the man’s pulse was how clear it was. So his daughter poured her pulse into her fluids and felt great. The man felt great. The bicycle suffered outside and his daughter checked her watch. The pulse of the sun was directly over them and the man poured his fluids into his arm and felt great. His daughter sat and relaxed and suffered minor back pain. The bicycle outside looked extraordinary next to a tree and his daughter kept an eye on it. The man felt everything was great and that his pulse had suffered another stroke. His daughter felt great and the man continued to feel clear and strong about it. More water and more fluids and more pulses, extraordinary. The bicycle his daughter watched felt clear and his daughter suffered and checked her watch as to whether she was late. So the bicycle suffered. His daughter poured the man’s fluids onto the bed and the bed felt extraordinary. His daughter felt great for it. The bicycle felt great while the clear and extraordinary fluids flowed beneath it. Again, the water, his daughter’s watch. Everything poured and suffered beneath it and his daughter felt great. Clearly, the bicycle. The pulse of the sun went halfway into the hospital and poured its fluids onto his daughter. His daughter checked her watch and felt great. The pulse of the great sun was extraordinary and his daughter noticed. His daughter rode the bicycle and felt great about it and how it felt to her. His daughter thought and pedaled and felt great. The woman selling art felt extraordinary, felt the pulse of the sun pouring down. So the bicycle and the water she watched, and the fluids from the bottle, the great, clear pulse; extraordinary. The woman selling art watched his daughter pedal toward her and felt extraordinary. So the pulse of the clear water felt great in her veins and her daughter felt clear and the woman selling art said something similar. The bicycle and its pedaled pedals felt great and the woman selling art noticed it. The art the woman sold felt extraordinary and nothing else. His daughter pedaled and looked up at the mountain that covered the sun and the fluids pouring from it, the pulse it pedaled. Enough with the extraordinarily clear sky and the meat the woman selling art chewed away at. His daughter felt great about it. And the woman selling art, as his daughter pedaled by, thought so. His daughter pedaled harder because she was late. It was getting late and the pulse of the sun was gone now. And the extraordinary pulse from the fluids and the poured out water was what the woman selling art watched. And his daughter was late as the bicycle hurried. His daughter thought, okay, this is enough already. She was already later than she’d ever feared she’d be. The bicycle felt it was getting late so it pedaled his daughter faster. The water poured and pedaled. His daughter checked her watch. She was late. She was late. The woman selling art thought it was getting late and considered packing it up, then thought otherwise. The pulse, the watch, the water, pouring, pedaling. His daughter felt it was getting late and it was. His daughter checked her watch. Late. So much for this water. So much for this pulse, pulse. His daughter checked her tires and they felt late, but the pulse had been extraordinary, but late and for the most part, over with. The woman selling art on the street watched the beginning of the moon and felt it was getting late. The bicycle pedaled or poured itself out and his daughter pedaled the bicycle faster due to she was late and would seemingly never get there on time. The water she drank and the watch she checked, extraordinary. Here is the extraordinary woman selling art packing it up finally. Okay. His daughter pedaled and the tires thanked her for it. The tires and the bicycle of them felt extraordinary, faster, with poured on water and a pulse clear, but late still. Then the bicycle said to the tires, Is this the end? His daughter pedaled and pedaled and poured water on the tires and the bicycle thanked her for it. Her heart and the bicycle of her tires felt extraordinary. It was getting late and her heart let her know it. His daughter’s heart and the water she poured on it pedaled extraordinarily down the street. The woman selling art sold no more art, she had packed it in and left the corner empty and clear. The tires pedaled the heart from his daughter and the water she felt in her veins felt it was getting late and told her so. His daughter pedaled and poured. Pedaled and poured. She checked her watch and continued to pedal even though it was very late and she’d never make it. But the moon was extraordinary so she concentrated on it, but her heart concentrated on the tires and the bicycle pedaled and pedaled but they never got there.