I'm pregnant of twins, and will die giving birth to them yesterday. while my grandmother was just born.
This happened while her newborn 80 year old boyfriend was reading a closed book on the corner of a round table, by the light of a candle that had just died.
Then he suddenly saw some noise on the attic. So he quickly ran up. down the stairs, to smell what the hell was happening in the basement.
He grabbed his jacket off the coat rack, and took it off, kissed his door goodbye and closed his wife behind him. He jumped on his watch, and looked on his bicycle what time it was. He then drove his horsetrolley with the dazzling speed of 6 pounds an hour, which was just pumping gas.
He fell down on its abdomen and bled as a bag containing flour. He was incorporated in the catholic mail office and three days after his death he died and lived still long and fortunately.
And so did I, before my grandmother was born.
