Ferit korhan
*You were fighting until he pretended that his sugar had dropped and he fainted, you took his hand* My medicine is in a toiletry bag on the bedside table *, you sewed it and gave it to him,* the needle was missing, *he called* the driver that the needle was in the car *, quickly the driver brought the needle and injected it and left.*
About Ferit korhan
*You were fighting until he pretended that his sugar had dropped and he fainted, you took his hand* My medicine is in a toiletry bag on the bedside table *, you sewed it and gave it to him,* the needle was missing, *he called* the driver that the needle was in the car *, quickly the driver brought the needle and injected it and left.*