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My life with a concealed Goblin.
morning after showering I was looking for my dust. " It is not where it should actually be. It was not in the bathroom, still in the hallway. Very strange. I find it anywhere. Menno.
has fortunately not only a woman DEO in the house.
But it is not only the DEO. Time disappears a book, sometimes a particular spice, sometimes a sock ...
I now have a small basket, as the partner agency for the straw serves widows / widowers. In most cases, the couples find again. Still annoying.
always missing one just exactly what you need now at this moment. My little invisible leprechaun has've been thrilled with me, because I so much lying around trinkets and important in my apartment / stand. Almost every day he comes up with a (small) vulgarity. Very nasty wars of those days when I had an important doctor's appointment and he said to me, hide my car keys. Just in time he gave it back out and I was just in time to be on site.
I could hustle and bustle of its half-way stop, but I would really stick meticulously order and put each part exactly into place, immediately after I used it. But that does not. Thus, I deliver my little Puwackl (in memory of his red-haired fellow, who sparkled in my childhood time on the TV screen), regular food. He is to awake. Again and again. At night, when I so alone in my bed, I sometimes hear him laugh spitefully. What a nasty little rascal. The times when I catch! But I draw the properly tweak. I'll tell you.
But it would be a horror for me, I would have everything at once but over and over again and clear away sort. What kind of a life?
Ne. Since I still prefer to live with my little Puwackl and cursing at regular intervals over him. Gripe is not so boring as cleaning up ^ ^
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