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Hello neighbor ! I've just been kicked in the door. With the red one. What are you looking at? I could have gone for the old vintage door, it weighs a lot more. That would have made a bit more noise. I'm sorry about the kitchen wall in your new build, honestly. I actually wanted to do it from the other side...never mind! If we're going to get to know each other, then let's do it properly.
I've already soaped myself up today and wallowed in white flowers in the garden, thinking about what I could wear to make a good impression on you Look, my jacket with extra thick shoulder pads, and the high-water carrot pants. Yes, you could just about wear that in 1989. The red door also dates from that year.
All well thought out, you understand? Sorry, can I dab the sweat from your forehead with some refreshing tissues? It still smells a lot like a new building here...I'll put some incense sticks on the black marble kitchen counter. You can light them later. You're welcome. By the way, I've also brought a Schüpre with me, well, I brought it on me. It's a bit old-fashioned perfume, you know. You can smell it despite all the flowers that have tumbled in with the door, right? Ha! I can see the questioning look in your eyes. I wonder if there's more coming through that door, um, and the hole in the wall?.... Yes, damn it!
Your black and white kitchen is really ultra-modern and tastefully understated....I just want to add a tiny little accent, can I?!
"Honey, you can come in with the turf!" Like this. A meadow. In your house, yes! You have tears in your eyes. I can understand your emotion, ah. If only a neighbor had done that for me.
Look how it's blooming and greening here now. And the first bees are already buzzing in..." Will you bring the beehive, darling? Thank you!"
So, neighbor. From simple neighbor to honey producer in your own home. It can happen that quickly.
I almost have to cry a little for joy now.
For good measure, I'll juggle a bit of fruit for you, a little showstopper for your debut. Oops. Damn, that's hard to do with hot raspberries. I didn't think so...Ouch....No need to get excited, dear neighbor...
What do you mean by these gestures?
I see. But I've already walked through the raspberry mud. Never mind, you can eat off the floor anyway...
And because it's so nice, I'll rain a few kilos of blossom on you - Huiiii!!! So now I have to go. Sorry again about the wall. You can lean the red door against it if there's a draught.
I'll pick it up one of these days.
Yes, you don't have to say anything now - I was happy to do everything. See you around, it was nice.
Oh wait a minute. If you spontaneously fall in love with me because I have such good ideas and stuff, you can listen to "Something's got a Hold of my Heart" by Marc Almond and Gene Pitney. It's also from 1989, like the door. Here's the CD. It's only on loan!
To good neighborliness.
What a wonderful white flower scent.
You literally revel in a sea of blossoms. It smells very intense. But also lovely and cheerful and light, not heavy, pompous and oppressive, as it sometimes smells when you let the flora run free. It smells a little old-fashioned, aldehydic and soapy, even subtly chypry. Unlit incense sticks meet unsweet, red fruit. Sun shines on meadows and flowerbeds.
The newer version smells a little lighter and more modern than the old one. The old one booms even more, has more depth, is even more beautiful.
I've already soaped myself up today and wallowed in white flowers in the garden, thinking about what I could wear to make a good impression on you Look, my jacket with extra thick shoulder pads, and the high-water carrot pants. Yes, you could just about wear that in 1989. The red door also dates from that year.
All well thought out, you understand? Sorry, can I dab the sweat from your forehead with some refreshing tissues? It still smells a lot like a new building here...I'll put some incense sticks on the black marble kitchen counter. You can light them later. You're welcome. By the way, I've also brought a Schüpre with me, well, I brought it on me. It's a bit old-fashioned perfume, you know. You can smell it despite all the flowers that have tumbled in with the door, right? Ha! I can see the questioning look in your eyes. I wonder if there's more coming through that door, um, and the hole in the wall?.... Yes, damn it!
Your black and white kitchen is really ultra-modern and tastefully understated....I just want to add a tiny little accent, can I?!
"Honey, you can come in with the turf!" Like this. A meadow. In your house, yes! You have tears in your eyes. I can understand your emotion, ah. If only a neighbor had done that for me.
Look how it's blooming and greening here now. And the first bees are already buzzing in..." Will you bring the beehive, darling? Thank you!"
So, neighbor. From simple neighbor to honey producer in your own home. It can happen that quickly.
I almost have to cry a little for joy now.
For good measure, I'll juggle a bit of fruit for you, a little showstopper for your debut. Oops. Damn, that's hard to do with hot raspberries. I didn't think so...Ouch....No need to get excited, dear neighbor...
What do you mean by these gestures?
I see. But I've already walked through the raspberry mud. Never mind, you can eat off the floor anyway...
And because it's so nice, I'll rain a few kilos of blossom on you - Huiiii!!! So now I have to go. Sorry again about the wall. You can lean the red door against it if there's a draught.
I'll pick it up one of these days.
Yes, you don't have to say anything now - I was happy to do everything. See you around, it was nice.
Oh wait a minute. If you spontaneously fall in love with me because I have such good ideas and stuff, you can listen to "Something's got a Hold of my Heart" by Marc Almond and Gene Pitney. It's also from 1989, like the door. Here's the CD. It's only on loan!
To good neighborliness.
What a wonderful white flower scent.
You literally revel in a sea of blossoms. It smells very intense. But also lovely and cheerful and light, not heavy, pompous and oppressive, as it sometimes smells when you let the flora run free. It smells a little old-fashioned, aldehydic and soapy, even subtly chypry. Unlit incense sticks meet unsweet, red fruit. Sun shines on meadows and flowerbeds.
The newer version smells a little lighter and more modern than the old one. The old one booms even more, has more depth, is even more beautiful.
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