gallery_description Sunday, It’s Pretty Hot Out There And We Have Nothing Left To Do. We Are Sitting On The Bench Waiting For The Washing Machine To Finish. He Smokes Nervously, As He Always Does And He Passes Me A Cigarette. I Feel Heavy And I’m Dripping With Sweat.
gallery_tags Kunst Zuhause Schwarz
gallery_categoryEx-Freundinnen Jung
