My brother, when they still lived together and studied at school, was constantly clinging to me: then the sweater to the couch is sewn, then the coin is stuck in the sandwich, then it will be hidden in the freezer (if I suddenly went somewhere)... Sometimes I cut a paper, wrote on each "gluk" and disassembled in chaotic order on my things))) I was probably finding them for a month. Then in the pocket, then in the textbook, then in the workbook))) And he laughed and said: "Here you’re chewing"))) Someday in the penalty I found a note composed of newspaper cuts: "I know what you did last weekend"))) I love my brother))))