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suddenly stop taking plavix My name is Neh Reh. I was born in a village called Na Kyot close to Loikaw town. I am 22 years old now. Currently, I live in a Karenni refugee camp on the Thai-Burma Boarder. I have been living in the camp for seven years. I would like to share a little bit about my life story [with] all of you. I am not good at English. I would like you to be patient while reading through my story.
side effects of diovan hctz Since I knew my life as a human being when I was around four years old, I heard the sound of fighting from the civil war – the ethnic rebel groups were fighting against the government’s army near my village. At that time I did not understand anything and just listened to the bomb or gun fire like the sound of instrumental music although my parents were full of fear and hiding with me in a ground hole.
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http://authenticliving.com/new/now/buy-medicine-online.html buy medicine online I really felt very sorry for my dad. I followed [up on] his case and I found out that it was caused by the government’s fool action. That was why I made the decision to leave home to join the Karenni army. At that time, I was fourteen years old. When I got there, they did not allow me to be a soldier as I was very young for the Karenni army. I was sent to a refugee camp by the commander and went to school in grade nine. I went to school for two years until I graduated grade ten. After I had graduated from grade ten, I continued studying at the Social Development Center a NGO providing education on college level for refugees training course for ten months.
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