Every week me and zins wrap our dirty clothes in a pink bag. We
unlock our keys from the door. Open the main door slowly, quietly. We
tip toe accross the corridor and open a third door. Again, slowly.
Discreet. Almost invisible. We switch on the light and gently close the
door behind us. We wait. No sound? okay. Quickly put our dirty clothes
in the machine. Stop. Did you hear something? No? Okay. Close the
machine's door, a bit of washing powder.Turn it to number 5. 40
degrees. And press the on button. Wait till the light turns on. Okay
then. Open the door. Quick, hurry. Run through the corridor. Open the
main door and close it behind us. A sigh of relief and then... a
giggle, two giggles, a laugh, a lot of laughs, fall off our feet, on
top of each other. hahahahahahaha...
See, these are our sneaky affairs with the neighbour's washing machine.
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Published by silvija: 5:01 PM
Updated On: 11/7/2006 at 5:03 PM
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