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kharonch bevkooph
29:45
prakaashit: 14.04.2025 • chhipaen
A tiny, mischievous-looking man has sprinkled scratching powder all over his body and then hid himself in one of my shoes. After a while he decided to change his whereabouts... and hopped from left shoe to the right shoe. When I took the shoes off I could feel an immediate, intense itching sensation. To calm it down I started rubbing oil all around my foot. Unfortunately, it didn't help at all... and the itching spread further to the rest of my body. I started frantically scratching myself with my face contorted in discomfort, trying to relieve the itching, but it only seemed to get worse. Oh my god, it's driving me crazy! - I shrieked. After a few more scratches I could hear how someone tumbled out. It was a little man covered in scratching powder. I grabbed him by the collar with my toes. Did you think this was funny, idiot? - I shrieked! I shook him and dropped him on the floor a few times.
