Anthony G QuinnPediatric Ophthalmology and Strabismus (Fourth Edition)
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Moreover, in my eyes, the teacher is very dignified, criticizing our various shortcomings on the podium; Teachers are rich in culture and connotation, explaining knowledge and principles to us in class; The teacher is unknown and often works late for our studies, correcting homework, and making...
This morning, I opened my eyes and my mother told me to have more mooncakes today. I jumped three feet high and was very happy. We have prepared materials such as low gluten flour, mung bean filling, edible alkali... First, we will divide the loose mooncake skin into 20g pieces. We...
will depend on whether the cause is bacteria, a virus, or allergies. Also, be sure to keep your hands away from your eyes, and wash them with lid scrubs or warm soapy water before and after you apply medicine. Don’t share towels, washcloths, or anything else that touches your eyes....
19. Nearing the top, he climbed recklessly faser and faster, his eyes already glowing with triumph, but suddenly he slipped and fell, tumbling to the ground and lying motionless there, a crumpled pile of arms and legs. 20. Bertrand Russell was one of the very few persons who have received...
Join podshow hosts Preston Buttons and The Word Whore as they clumsily narrate their way through submitted works of Short Fiction: often absentmindedly, always drunkenly, and completely unencumbered by any relevant credentials.
Join podshow hosts Preston Buttons and The Word Whore as they clumsily narrate their way through submitted works of Short Fiction: often absentmindedly, always drunkenly, and completely unencumbered by any relevant credentials.
'Can this monster,' she wrote, 'indeed do as he boasts, and bend even Fate to his will?—can he make me marry him though I cordially detest him, and bring me a slave to his feet. The horrid look of his black serpent-like eyes fascinates and frightens me: it seems to follow me ...