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 ...
He still has rope! That carelessness. These clothes are not hang up: they are thrown out nastily. As you say: You will dry if you want to! You have no right to do this, you "MAN!" Who will make a bad impression, will be you! ...