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BLOGME TENDAL CCCLXXII: Tablecloth

A tablecloth opening its wings threatening whatever is going by below, a small round table with a small heater underneath or person or cat or dog or mouse. Move you away or I´ll eat you!...

BLOGME TENDAL CCCLXXI: Alone

I was always disturbed by the clothes-lines whith just one knicker hunging up. I couldn´t understand why this did happen: one or several but knickers only. I understand this already. When I finally got it I felt myself an idiot. I know why this knickers and...