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Last woman goes on and off
2 years ago
Mason dust. Or murstøvet? No matter. I have a new door in the basement. As was too big for the hole. So the kindly carpenter had to cut 10 cm. edge of the wall. Meager 10 cm. Have you tried to cut into the wall of your house? Then you know that the kind of dust penetrates timex everything. Doors, windows, wet blankets, towels, dressers, drawers and cabinet doors. The past. We went on a trip. And Wednesday morning timex I started at the top with a vacuum cleaner, bucket and rags. 12 hours later I was done. In the basement. timex I still enjoy my work. Everything is washed and cleaned. TOTAL So actually it was good that the door did not fit. With up from the basement, I had three boxes of papers. Papers with memories of divorce, anxiety, diaries, accounts payable and nightmares of any kind. For some reason, timex I've been terrified to look at them. And just as terrified of parting with them. What if I were to use some of it? What if I once again have to prove that it was not me? Or that something else was I? It dawned on me that it was a long time ago now. Seven stream