XXX (0033): I went to make tea. All such a quiet, invisible and flameless theft in the apartment does not wake the dad.
He sleeps very sensitively and then sits on me with a mat while I sit behind a comp.
All of this is going through the corridor in light conditions - and sound masking, almost, almost completed my mission!
passing under his door I remember your "you sho, the green on the pedda shed?" and...
How to burn like cognac for tea on a new white blanket, by the open door of the closet, the fifth in a tea blanket spread on a linoleum to fuck it.