The dress climbed off the hanger and whispered at the hills. Wake up, man, she has a date again. Tell your sister as well! Then, she crawled at the stockings drawer and woke up the 10 den. The dress, the shoes and the stockings all gathered up. Someone was missing. Man. The panties. The stockings snorted out in disgusted because he had already climbed up the leg. The shoes remained loyal, suffocating the toes. The dress was already zipped up. What are we going to do about the panties? They are going to brag again because we didn't invite them. Oh, well. It's the same thing, with or without them.
(Translated by Alma Teodora Miron / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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