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As of late, in this season of coronavirus, I returned home and obediently washed my hands to two patterns of "Glad Birthday." Then I did what I consequently do when my brain is inert and my hands are free, which is to remove my telephone from my pocket—a similar telephone, I moaned after understanding, that I had quite recently been utilizing with unwashed hands while riding the transport and purchasing food supplies and contacting door handles. I set my telephone on the counter however promptly thought twice about it. Did I have to purify my counter at this point? Shouldn't something be said about within my pocket? Goodness my God, did I simply contact my face?

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