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The Prehistory. We have a retired woman, a very caring mother, who communicates daily with her separated married son. One summer, his son complained to her that he had severely and extensively wiped his leg. Anxious mother, telling her to go to work for starch to fill the wiped spot, pulled him with a half pound in a carefully packed package.

The history. After taking the starch from his mother, the son worked a day, and in the evening they and his wife decided to go for a walk. Walking through the streets, they met the wife's brother, the son exchanged with him a strong handshake, moved a few words and separated. And we must say that the brother of the son's wife, unlike herself, has long been widely known in narcissists' narcissists' narcissists' narcissists' narcissists' narcissists, who retain their human appearance only at the expense of another gentle mother, the son's aunt. And here they departed from the meeting place for 50 meters, and on them because of the bushes from both sides some people jump, twist their hands and polite but persistently offer to pass. It was impossible to refuse. Oh, what was it, the boss, what was it when in the department from his son's bag pulled the mumlin's bag with starch, which he safely forgot for a day and did not put out at home. No scene from the "Revisor", no less. In the eyes of the guards of order, the thoughts revolved like in a koledoscope, read in them and hope for a major revelation and new stars, and doubt, because it hurts a big bag... Well, they opened the bag, did it, apologized, of course, let go. And mother, I see, her son no longer calls for soap foods.