It might doing the daily acrobatics of being always in the tightrope, or better I keep quiet, just in case they are actually fleeing, maybe for love, maybe for mistreatment towards, the window of the neighbor ...
So much happiness in a clothes-line, in clotehs and tweezers. Of man. He must be happy and laughin. I'd like to know him. But, if the green emerald is not masculine ...
Curious. Clothes and music. Washed into washing-machine, hang up by hand ...
Two gangs. Two males alpha. But forces are not distributed in equality. Three vests with the band sewed in its sleeves go with the bathrobe. Both sweatshirts are in clear disadvantage. There is stick left .spare but there is no enough clothes-line ...
And here the one who has shame is the one who hung the clothes up, because he has rope enough, but he throws the whole intimate, interior and tiny clothes in a corner of his clothes-line. May be she doesen't want us to see her...