A constitution that turned into a sex rag
As a child, I felt sorry for the things that were thrown into the trash. Here he lives in a closet, in warmth and comfort some kind of T-shirt. We go to the street with her, then we return to a warm cozy house. And then she wears out, and she is thrown into the trash, in the cold, rain, into the society of notes, lumps of dirt and other unnecessary and other people's things. Or worse, turn into a sex rag ...