Ion Fulga Farmacologie ~upd~ ✪ (INSTANT)
"No," he agreed, pulling a dusty leather journal from his shelf. "But it should be."
Ion Fulga tapped his chest. "Not with a pipette, Ana. With a pulse." ion fulga farmacologie
Ion Fulga smiled, his eyes crinkling like dried tea leaves. "You think so? Then tell me, Ana: what is the dose of kindness?" "No," he agreed, pulling a dusty leather journal
"Professor," she whispered, "how do you measure that?" " he agreed