CANCER: THEY CAN listen US Lina didn't even have to press proceed upon the voice note her sister had sent her; the driving mode that played messages automatically was still on, and for the few that came through she hadn't incensed to bend the settings. Hearing her voice, he closed his eyes. He missed the first few sentences as he internally blessed the fan, which was spinning at top readiness under the meager shade in which he sheltered. A few days at a campsite in the mountains seemed following the absolute plot to keep her six-year-old son entertained, and upon that score it was seamless. But she didn't think practically what it would be taking into account for her to breathing for a week in a tiny scheme of home at almost forty degrees and her cell phone as her single-handedly companion. In the first twenty-four hours she had rule out of data to watch Netflix and books to read. subconscious a single mom had been inspiring from the start, but get older once that, ne...