Violin.

[Murena0314]

- I’m seeing something, dear, even though you’re still a Berry, you’re becoming more and more beautiful and sexier, but are your eyes already letting you down? My husband said when I involuntarily moved the needle and thread away from me, and even squinted, trying to insert it into my eye in order to change a button on my dress.
- Is it very noticeable?
- Of course. Doesn’t this cause you discomfort?
- yes, you know, it’s very uncomfortable to do something small, and tinker with your smartphone. It’s probably time to buy glasses, I’ll get used to looking like an old lady...
- come on, what an old lady you are. I see how men stare at you, especially at your butt. Yesterday at Magnit one worker almost glared at you. So it’s too early for you to become an old lady...

Several days have passed since this conversation, I’ve already forgotten. Somehow, after sex, my husband pulled me close to him...
- You know, dear, I recently turned in a project on the side, and the amount arrived was not bad. I want to give you a gift, combine business with pleasure. I talked with specialists in Yekaterinburg, where I ordered my own fancy glasses. They said it makes sense for you to get examined by them. Come on, I’ll let you go there for a week, get examined, maybe do something, or order good optics so that it’s both beautiful and comfortable. And of course, you will have money for shopping. I know that you visit Ozone several times a day, but you love to touch and try on these things in real life.
- purrrrr, dear... Pressed against his chest, I purred tenderly... But really won’t you miss me?
- Of course I will, I always want you. But the spring hunt has already begun, I’ll still be in the forests on weekends.
Easily, but still painfully, I grabbed my husband’s nipple, pretending to be a predator tormenting its prey. He hugged me even tighter, tense with excitement and pain...
- Who are you planning to hunt?
- Look, otherwise some young "duck" will come and say that she laid an egg from you.
- no, now only males will be allowed to hunt, drakes, and wood grouse. . And I understood about the duck. There is a well-known joke, the same thing, about a fisherman and a pike, which laid eggs from him.
- you know, I wouldn’t trade your ass for anyone. He grabbed me by the buns and pulled me on top of him. A hardened and wet penis was already resting against my tummy, ready for work again...
The next day I receive three pleasant messages on my phone: an electronic ticket for the Novy Urengoy train - Ekaterinburg and back, a week later, to the sleeping car, a preliminary agreement with a medical center for examination, and possibly treatment, and of course, a tidy sum for the savings card.

And in the evening, together with my husband, we climbed onto Avito, other sites, something... I would like to find a rented apartment, not far from this center, and a cozy, good metro station. As always, my husband didn’t pay too much attention to the price, wanting the best. But there are still no normal hotels nearby. I was there with him once, for an examination. They put drops on his eyes to dilate his pupils, he had to walk hand in hand with him for half a day, everything was in a fog. Well, I have to do this too, I’ll get to the apartment somehow. We found a good option, the hostess showed us everything via videoconference, sent us scans of documents, which was not a scam, and only asked for an advance payment for one day. Everything seems to be clean, we were happy with this option.

The day of departure, my suitcase with a minimum of things (I’ll do some shopping) is in the hallway. Not provocative, but expressive makeup, drops of perfume that drive my husband crazy (hehe, let him suffer, let me go...) and we go to the station. As always, passionate hugs, kisses and hot words...
- Marinusya, I understand, you are a juicy berry, and bright. If you suddenly want adventure, and you definitely will, be careful that everything is under your control...
Shut his mouth with your kiss (okay, the lipstick is permanent)...
- Darling, Don’t worry, even though I’ve been married once, I’m already a mature auntie, I already know what and how. Well, if you want sex, go to the garage, there you have your beloved UAZ parked... Beeee... I stuck out my tongue, in response receiving a light slap on the ass
- that’s it, I went to railway carriage. Everything will be fine, your fish will return to you in the best possible way, you won’t have time to get bored...

Another passionate kiss, and I’m in the sleeping car compartment, alone for now. The place is just in the direction of travel, but although there is nothing to see here in our tundra, spring is just beginning, the snow has not melted everywhere yet. The drive is about a day and 10 hours, you need to get comfortable. After the standard ticket check, when the train had already started moving, and the dull landscapes of the gray tundra floated through the windows, I closed the door and took out a comfortable and beautiful pajama suit from my suitcase, although people wear it on the street, I saw it in the photos of reviews in Ozone. Comfortable moccasin slippers and I’m ready to travel. God, it’s so good how my husband loves me, giving me such a gift. There are still 2 months before the main vacation, but I really want a change of scenery... It’s almost two hours to get to Korotchaevo, and then maybe someone else will get on the train. While I wait, I won’t force the table with my food, otherwise I’ll always be in someone’s way. And I don’t want to eat. But I took out my phone charger, took out my headphones, and, falling into bed on a snow-white bed with the Russian Railways emblem, turned on one of the downloaded films...
The car shakes and creaks at the station’s entrance switches. Damn, we usually travel here by car, this is our first time by train. Stop, the door to the carriage opens, and a young, tall and thin young man, almost a boy, enters. He puts a very voluminous, but seemingly light suitcase, and very gently, some kind of oblong case on the seat...
- Hello... In a low, but still youthful voice, he says hello... He seems cultured.
- Hello... If you need to change clothes, tell me, I’ll come out, I answered.
- No, there’s no need for now, I’ll go with it all. He takes off his down jacket, remaining in jeans and a knitted sweater, sits down in his seat, while continuing to hold his case with his hand, despite the fact that it doesn’t seem like it should fall...
I seem to continue watching the video with one eye, others, studying my travel companion for a day and a half. Still very young, thin mustache, tousled brown hair, blue eyes. Probably a student. Our son is something like this, only he doesn’t have a mustache yet. But the voice, yes, is just as low, broken.

Having let go of his precious item, the fellow traveler took a bag from his suitcase, and from it, a bag with Doshirak. God, how do they eat it, is there really no normal food? I already wanted to eat, and probably the maternal instinct kicked in... My son, outside my field of vision, can eat anything, but in front of me, this disgusting... No, no. I’m an experienced woman... I take two containers out of my suitcase, one of which contains four good chicken thighs baked in the oven, the second contains a fresh cabbage salad with cucumbers. Also a thermos of coffee and pancakes baked by my husband before the trip.
- Young man, my name is Marina. - Eugene. It’s very nice!
- you and I are going together. Firstly, let’s get on with it, and secondly, I want to make you an offer that you probably won’t refuse: you don’t breed these noodles, with its disgusting smell, and I feed you real, tasty and homemade food...
- Marina, you... Are you... Is this comfortable for you? Yes, of course, I have a son about your age, I don’t let him eat this, the smell makes me sick. And I can’t finish my food myself...
- well then, okay... He stuffed his unhealthy food back into the suitcase, and I put the chicken in disposable plates, a salad for two, and began to gobble up the delicious food with gusto. which for some reason becomes much tastier on the train. Well, I look at Zhenya, who also seems delighted with home-cooked food, eating chicken with his hands... Oh, what long and thin fingers he has, I’m starting to guess what’s in his case.
- Zhenya, are you a musician?
- How did you guess?
- Well, you have “musical” fingers, and in a case that you can’t part with You can’t, it’s probably an instrument...
- yes, it’s a violin. She is much older than me, she got it from her grandmother. This is probably the most valuable item in our family.
- wow, wow. Well then I understand why you’re so worried about him.
- and if it’s not a secret, where are you going with such value?
- In Yekaterinburg, a competition of young performers will be held there. Actually, my father planned to take me by car, but it broke down just before the trip, so I had to buy the most expensive ticket that was left for the train.
- Cool, it means that if it weren’t for the breakdown of your car, I would have driven to Yekaterinburg alone, alone and in complete comfort. Well then, at least you can show me later what this violin looks like, I’ve never held anything like this in my hands.
- Yes, it’s okay, if you don’t mind, I’ll play, I still need to rehearse.
- hmm, I don’t know much about classical music, but I’ll listen, it’s interesting. Now come on, screw it up. More coffee and pancakes.

We ate, I put the uneaten food in a bag, and Zhenya, covering his case with a pillow so as not to fall on the rail joints, collected disposable dishes and other garbage, and took it to the end of the car in the trash can. Well done, I thought, I’m not a white guy...

He returned, I was already reclining in my place, watching a movie on the phone. It was already getting dark outside the windows, although it was still early to sleep, the food eaten put pressure on the carotid artery, the rocking of the carriage and the knocking of the wheels clearly provoked sleep.
- Zhenya, I’ll probably fall asleep now. Of course, it’s still early. If you definitely want to play, don’t be shy, these sounds won’t bother me, I can sleep with the TV on.
- Marina, okay.
I went to the toilet room, took off my bra there, it’s very uncomfortable to sleep in it, it’s clear that breasts like an 18-year-old girl are not worth it, but oh well. She returned and covered herself with a blanket, quickly snoring...

My return to the reality of existence was somehow magical... First of all, these are sounds, the shimmering sounds of a violin, now slow, gentle, now swift... Of course, I didn’t know this melody, although I may have heard it once, but it was divine. She opened her sleepy eyes. We pass some settlement, and flashing lanterns in the window pull out from the darkness of the night the figure of a violinist playing his magical and terribly expensive violin. Thin fingers run along the fretboard, the bow either slowly slides or flies. The antique varnish on the violin, covered with small cracks, glitters, turning the instrument into something unearthly or fantastic. Zhenya noticed that I had woken up, and smiling lightly at me, he continued his work. Damn, butterflies fluttered in the bottom of my tummy, closing my eyes, I imagined myself with this violin, and him playing on me, with his long and sensitive fingers, touching every cell of my body...
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Из сладких грёз меня выдернула наступившая тишина, нарушаемая только стуком колёс, и по сравнению с только что звучавшей мелодией, это был просто какой-то гром, звук ударного инструмента.
- как по твоему? Не плохо? Спросил Женя. Фонарей за окном уже не было, и в темноте купе только угадывалось выражение его лица. И похоже, он увидел, или почувствовал, что произвёл на меня впечатление...
Я выползла из под одеялка и села на свою скамейку, медленно отходя от нахлынувших на меня чувств и эмоций, зажгла маленький прикроватный светильник, озаривший неярким светом пространство купе и моего попутчика.
- знаешь, Женя. Это просто волшебно... Я не любитель, и уж тем более, не знаток классической музыки, но это произведение, и его исполнение тобой, просто волшебно. Во мне оно каких только чувств не всколыхнуло, даже перечислять стыдно.
- а что может быть в музыке стыдного?
Мне показалось, что я его похоже обидела...
- Женя, да не в музыке, и в исполнителе дело, в реакции на неё. Я посчитала, что вполне могу быть откровенной с ним. Пересела рядом с ним касаясь своим широким бедром.
- не обижайся, всё хорошо. Будем откровенными. Ответь мне на такой вопрос: у тебя ведь наверное есть девушка, и ей, наверное нравиться твоя игра? Как она реагирует на музыку, восхищается, или ещё как-то?
Лицо Евгения стало каким то жестким, он тяжело вздохнул...
- была у меня девушка, даже жениться планировали. Но как то не срослось. Оказалось, что ей, я как музыкант, ей не нужен, не зарабатываю столько, сколько нужно для её желаний. Она потребовала, чтобы я продал скрипку, и купил ей последний айфон. Ну и на музыку мою, она никак не реагировала, она кроме современной попсы ничего не воспринимает.
- Женя, извини, если тебя задела. Я взяла его тонкую длинную ладонь в свою ладошку. Если не хочешь, можешь не продолжать...
- да ничего, хорошо, хоть женится не успели, понял я, что мы чужие друг другу.
- поверь. Найдется та, кому и ты,и твоё творчество будет близко. Обязательно найдется.
- Марина, а тебе правда понравилось, расскажи своё впечатление.
- хорошо. Женечка, ты уже взрослый мужчина, и мне от тебя нечего скрывать. Одной рукой я расстегнула верхнюю пуговку пижамки на груди и держа его ладонь, поднесла, приложила к своему сосочку.
- ты чувствуешь, ты конечно, своими пальцами чувствуешь, что он твердый... Когда я слушала тебя, я представляла себя, своё тело в твоих искусных и нежных руках. Вот смотри на свой инструмент: это же шикарная женщина. Вот талия, вот широкие бедра и грудь, вот струны, как эрогенные зоны любой женщины... Разве не так?
Женя сидел с широко раскрытыми и наверное, возбуждёнными глазами, ему нравилось касаться моей груди. Вторую руку он положил мне на голову, перебирая пальцами волосы, а затем, притянув к себе, в страстном долгом поцелуе впился в мои губы. Да, я взрослая стерва, не стала его останавливать, противится. Меня заводила эта ситуация. Продолжая отдаваться его поцелую, я ещё расстегнув пижаму, стянув её вниз, оголила плечи и грудь. Не знаю, какой период у него не было женщины, не было секса, но похоже это был голодный на чувства зверь. Он сел на край скамейки так, что-бы я смогла сесть раздвинутыми бедрами на его колени, и отдаться ласкам его рта и рук. Его ладошки рот, попеременно путешествовали по моим холмам, задерживаясь в долине - ложбинке между сисечек, где он мелкими поцелуями, и языком, от пупка проходил вверх, до шеи. Затем переключался на другую грудь, то едва касаясь губами темных ореолов, то нежно покусывая зубами маленькие вишенки сосков. Я только принимала его ласки, держась за его спину, только пыталась удержаться, что бы не впиться в него ноготочками, хотя это не всегда получалось. Тихо стонала, отдаваясь полностью чувствам. А его пальчики уже почувствовали свободу, и опустившись ниже, пытались проникнуть под резинку трусиков.
- Женечка, подожди, не торопись...
Спустившись с его колен, закрыв защёлку на двери купе, я стянула с себя сначала пижамку, потом брючки вместе с трусами. Женя, смотря на всё это, разделся сам. Легла на свою кроватку, затащила Женю на себя. Боже, ну эти спальные места никак не способствуют занятию сексом вдвоем. Разве что самым ненасытным, какими были сейчас мы...
Лежав на боку, лицом к друг другу, и практически вжались. Губы слились в постоянном поцелуе, и если я только держала его за бедра, спину, чтобы не упал, иногда делая попытки погладить. То Женя, обняв меня левой рукой, правой творил чудо... Да, я была сейчас скрипкой в его руках. Не было возможности ему полностью развернуться, но и в этом положении он сводил меня с ума. Пальцами, едва касаясь кожи, проводил вверх от внутренней поверхности бёдер, по краешку губок, ложбинке между ними, а затем, касаясь клитора... Вокруг него, затем трогая саму вершинку, кончик... Охххх. Я бы много сейчас отдала, если бы ещё слышала ту же музыку какую он играл.
Я уже на самой грани... Конечно его член не большой, и не маленький, давно упирается в моё тело, источая огромное количество вязкой смазки.
- Женяяяя, Женечкааа, я почти готова, давай, возьми меня, войди в меня....
- а резинка?
- к черту резинку, я на таблетках, не залечу... Повернувшись на скамейке, одну ножку приподняв вверх, вторую, наоборот, спустила на пол, раздвину ноги, дала возможность ему войти в меня.... Всего несколько движений горячим членом внутри...
-Ааа, ааааа, ааааааааааааа, боже... Заткни мне рот... Он приложился губами к моему рту, и меня затрясло в серии оргазмов, которые, как волны, накатывали на моё тело. То опуская меня на дно, то поднимали на вершину волны, вершину блаженства. Контролировать себя я уже не могла, и глубокие ранки от моих ногтей, остались на его худых бедрах. Ещё несколько фрикций и он сам кончил, теперь уже я сдерживала губами его рёв. Много ли нужно мужчине, у кого давно не было женщины...

Почувствовав, что он хочет встать, останавливаю...
- нет, подожди, останься на мне и во мне, не выходи... Ещё долго мы лежали вместе, он на мне, уже просто целуясь и лениво лаская друг друга. Я же таяла, отдаваясь нежности молодого тела, молодого человека. А на столе, лежала, матово поблескивая старая скрипка, возможно, виновница всего произошедшего...
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В Екатеринбурге мы расстались, как хорошие знакомые, конечно, обменявшись контактами. Каждый отправился по своим делам, пережив чудесную ночь в поезде. Но у меня был ещё пунктик, мечта, ещё раз услышать эту волшебную музыку, и побыв скрипкой в руках искусного исполнителя.

[RANGE_]

Moray eel0314, in your stories everything happens so quickly.. .

[Murena0314]

Moray eel0314, in your stories everything is like that happens quickly...

and in what sense is it fast? A quick transition from communication, courtship to sex? Or a quick ending? On the contrary, it seems to me that too much has been written, now people don’t like to read. But I write more for myself, my fantasies, experiences. The way I imagine them. I won’t be able to write to order, in order to please someone separately.

[Christmas_Christmas]

Moray eel0314,
I really liked it)) .....
damn.. if I were one hundred percent sure that I would come across such a violinist, Zhenya, in the compartment, tomorrow I would take a ticket to Yekaterinburg.....

[Venus]

people don’t like to read.

))) I love to read and I really like your stories)))

[Eustace]

Moray eel0314,
I really liked it)))....
damn.. if I were one hundred percent sure that I would come across such a violinist, Zhenya, in the compartment, tomorrow I would take a ticket to Yekaterinburg.....

I’d take those

[Eustace]

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people don’t like to read.

))) I love reading and I really like your stories)))

what kind of people are they, and without security

[RANGE_]

Moray eel0314, in in your stories everything happens so quickly...

fast in what sense? A quick transition from communication, courtship to sex? Or a quick ending? On the contrary, it seems to me that too much has been written, now people don’t like to read. But I write more for myself, my fantasies, experiences. The way I imagine them. I can’t write to order, in order to please someone separately.

I mean that there is such subtlety - like fantasy and history.
With history everything is clear, everything is linear - there is a beginning, middle and end.
In fantasies, everything goes smoothly and smoothly at first, and then either the plot begins to drag out or a sharp acceleration begins.
I didn’t intend to criticize, admin forbid:) I wouldn’t have given a thumbs up if it was bullshit;)
So I’m hinting, without asking a direct question, about fantasy)

[Eustace]

Strecoza, people are asking me where your prodigal bride is .

[Venus]

Strecoza, they ask me here, where is your prodigal bride?

))) I saw how they asked you))) and you answered that you know me you don’t know and don’t want to know

[Eustace]

Strecoza, People are asking me where your prodigal bride is.

))) I saw how they asked you))) and you answered that you know me you don’t know and don’t want to know

are you watching?

[Venus]

are you following?

))) Of course I’ve already looked into round-the-world tours, are you allergic to creams from ultraviolet radiation?

[Murena0314]

Moray eel0314, in your stories everything happens so quickly...

fast in what sense? A quick transition from communication, courtship to sex? Or a quick ending? On the contrary, it seems to me that too much has been written, now people don’t like to read. But I write more for myself, my fantasies, experiences. The way I imagine them. I can’t write to order, in order to please someone separately.

I mean that there is such subtlety - like fantasy and history.
With history everything is clear, everything is linear - there is a beginning, middle and end.
In fantasies, everything goes smoothly and smoothly at first, and then either the plot begins to drag out or a sharp acceleration begins.
I didn’t intend to criticize, admin forbid me :) I wouldn’t give thanks if it was bullshit;)
So I’m hinting, without asking a direct question, about fantasy)

For me this is a fantasy, although elements of it happened in real life, and in a different way. Well like this I imagined all this. Yes, maybe linearly, without an ornate plot. Although maybe a continuation is possible...

[Eustace]

Are you allergic to UV creams?

no

[Eustace]

Strecoza, I won’t go without Natasha.

[Venus]

I won’t go without Natasha

))) So you will go with Natasha to Yekaterinburg, where you don’t need ultraviolet cream. Buy yourself a cream against mosquitoes))) and against ticks too

[Eustace]

))) So you will go with Natasha to Yekaterinburg, where you don’t need ultraviolet cream. Buy yourself a cream against mosquitoes))) and against ticks, too

be

[Venus]

be bee bee

))) I will remember you but that’s not certain

[Eustace]

))) I will remember you, but this is not certain

ask the poet to write a poem about unhappy love.

[Eustace]

Strecoza, I’ll come and read, I can still read

[Venus]

I’ll come in and read, I can still read

))) What are you reading? Where will you go?))) do you like to read?

[Eustace]

))) What do you read? Where will you go?))) do you like to read?

don’t be rude

[Venus]

Eustace, ))) I realized a long time ago that the third superfluous))) I won’t bother you anymore and make Natasha jealous

[Christmas_Christmas]

poor Moray eel0314,... wrote a story... . is waiting for a discussion, some clarification, various little things and details.... and here is the respected Eustace, wedding))))...
damn.... and the wedding is in that Topic...
just kidding.... advice love you...

[Eustace]

advice to you and love...

fool

[Venus]

Natali_Natali, ))) Don’t be jealous and don’t be offended, please . Consider that the Dragonfly has flown away))) this time for good

[RANGE_]

Strecoza, Eustace,
AND how are you not ashamed in one compartment - the violinist is here on the next shelf plays the violin with a bow - and are you sorting things out next to each other?))
After everything I’ve seen, I put out the candle...
And if you two decide to have a wedding, I demand that you take me as a Jehovah’s Witness.
By the way, in which "registry office" did you decide to register your relationship - this one or another?)))

[Eustace]

By the way, in which "registry office" did you decide to register your relationship - this one, or the other one?)))

laughed b**.

[Christmas_Christmas]

advice to you and love...

fool

but beautiful))))...

Natali_Natali, ))) Don’t be jealous and don’t be offended, please. Consider that the Dragonfly has flown away))) this time for good

damn.... I’m not jealous or angry... I’m joking))) ...just when else will we have so much fun.... soon it will be like in the song... "quiet and calm"....

[RANGE_]

Natali_Natali, well done author!:)
She doesn’t hide the fact that this is on the verge of fiction and reality.
Your stories, Natalie, look more like documentaries, while Murena’s stories look more like a feature film.
I just don’t know what to discuss here...Everything is so beautifully described by the author.

[Christmas_Christmas]

take me as a Jehovah’s witness.

and it’s better not to joke with Jehovah’s witnesses... otherwise...

"A gypsy woman comes up to a young girl and says: - Good, let me tell your fortune!
- Do you believe in God as much as I believe in him?..
nSo the whole camp of gypsies fought off Jehovah’s Witnesses.."

[Eustace]

soon it will be like in the song... "quiet and calm"....

with you

[Eustace]

Natali_Natali, once a gypsy woman came up to me and said: give me I’ll tell you fortune. I tell her: let me guess you. 6 within 5 minutes will follow.

[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali, well done author!:)
She doesn’t hide the fact that this is on the verge of fiction and reality.
Your stories, Natalie, look more like documentaries, while Murena’s stories look more like a feature film.
I just don’t know what to discuss here...Everything is so beautifully described by the author.

I can’t "make up".. I can be more precise, but... it’s easier for me to just remember, and tell everything “beautifully”...
It’s just that when you have imagination... there’s more space... you can write so many things... all sorts of little things. , details, people...
eh......

[Eustace]

Natali_Natali, not real, that’s how it happened. She left quickly.

[RANGE_]

Oh, these Jehovahs... Communicated, stuck to me.
But...
Guys, jokes are jokes, but let’s, out of respect for the author, let’s not go off-topic and flood here for nothing.

[Eustace]

Strecoza, where is Oksanka? I miss you...

[Nick1979]

Strecoza, where is Oksanka? I miss you...

Prisoner, haven’t you been banned there yet?
In any case, he will come to meet you after serving time

[Eustace]

Prisoner, haven’t you been unbanned there yet?
Anyone will come

they’ll send me back at the entrance.

[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali, not really, so was. She left quickly.

I know gypsies and gypsy girls... from a past life... without any bullshit... it just so happened that I met them... they are normal people in principle... gypsies are also different)))

[Nick1979]

Prisoner, haven’t you been unbanned there yet?
Anyway,

they’ll send me back at the entrance.

Help needed. Or can you handle it yourself?

[Eustace]

Natali Natali, you are my internet love. Adore you!

[Eustace]

Help is needed. Or can you handle it yourself?

of course

[Nick1979]

Help needed. Or can you handle it yourself?

of course

nI didn’t even doubt it. We don’t abandon our own. If anything the money is ready

[Eustace]

If the grandmas are ready

you and the grannies will be beaten on the way.

[Christmas_Christmas]

Natali_Natali, you are my internet love. I adore you!

this is of course great.... but you better do everything to Strecoza, back to the forum.... do something, don’t just sit there...

[Nick1979]

If the grandmas are ready

you and the grannies will get hit on the way.

So I not openly. I am with conspiracy.
I will create a topic about knitting. Word by word. And then I’ll say that my grandmother taught me alone. Well, then bam and away we go

[Christmas_Christmas]

damn... dear VARG_, right... . we spammed the topic(((....

[Eustace]

do something, don’t just sit there...

will come back

[Eustace]

So I didn’t openly. I’m being secretive.
I’ll create a topic about knitting. Word by word. And then I’ll say that my grandmother taught me alone. Well, then bam and away we go

fuck create :ROFL :how many loops there are there