Hugo Bob and what he says to me

IMAG00022I finally got Hugo Bob out of the bag. Now he is looking at me with a crippled look –  well, it serves me right. I have kept him stashed away, in a dark limited space for a month or so….

It now smells of Milan, of my room in Javotte and of everyone who has rested, slept, got motivated or goofed around on it…

But the truth is, i can call it whatever i want, but the truth is one:  i need to wash him.

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