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! ...
And which clothes will she dress in the part of above?!...
The slacking, hanging, weary. Died. Until the stick of the kitchen-maid is transmuted into bowsprit, spur that pierces the world and affirms the rigging of the clohes-line, turning the clothe-ropes into ship-ropes, the cloths into jibs, the tweezers into loff. When wind raises up, the long...
There was party yesterday. The fingerprint stays in the dress, red happy coloured, as a smell of sweat and smile and dance. Is it necessary to wash it alone? Yes, because if not, happiness is diluted. And because there is another party tonight....