I look out my bedroom window and feel pain in the back of my eyes.
The specialist examines the results and feels sorry for me.
My wife hears the news and feels like calling her sister.
I see pictures online and I feel like giving up.
The specialist describes the experimental treatment and feels optimistic.
My wife catches me up on her sister and feels bad that it’s taken this to bring them together.
I go fishing with my son and feel too embarrassed to talk about it.
My specialist calls and says he is sorry and feels awful.
My wife makes the bed and feels the fineness of our sheets.
I close my eyes and begin to feel nothing.
My specialist kisses his mother and feels the powder on her cheeks.
My wife buys flowers and feels confident her sister will like them.
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