back here...

(not that disgusted but...with dodgy fingers and it's difficult to type among other things...started panicking  thinking about solutions ...so forgive me if I limit my presence to silent stars AKA confetti...)



“Ivanov: Gentlemen, you've again set up a drinking shop in my study... I have asked each and every one of you a
thousand times not to do that...
Look now, you've spilt vodka on a paper... and there are crumbs...
and gherkins...
It's disgusting!”
Anton Chekhov




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