Kristy is very (un)lucky

As I strutted out the door into the quad, I could see most of my clothes were still there.

God damn it! I wanted them to be mostly gone by now so I could have an excuse to be naked more often. Not only did I still have those fabric shackles, but now I would have to go around the quad picking up whatever I could pick up and putting them back in my basket.

I was about to turn back and wait another couple hours to see how much the wardrobe decays when a friendly voice came on by.

"Angry roommate?" she asked.

"Uhhh... yeah..." I just sort of chuckled along as she nodded sympathetically.

"I've had bad breakups like that before," she continued, "a nasty ex once poured bleach all over my nice clothes. Here, let me help you."

With that the stranger bent over to pick up all my stuff and put them in the basket. She was even so helpful as to shake the trees so my coats would fall out of them. I for one joined in pretending to be thankful for her, and walked into the grass where my shoes were.

Eventually most of my shit was crammed and piled into the basket, which was quite heavy with what was the vast majority of my wardrobe (I couldn't tell if it was literally all of what I had in my room, or if nature had already started to take its course, but I couldn't be bothered to count).

"Well, thank you for your help," I grunted as I picked up the basket.

"You're very welcome," the stranger remarked as she began to part ways, "you're very lucky they're all still there."

"Yeah, am I..." I lurched back into my dorm, disappointed at the results. I couldn't just throw these clothes out again, otherwise that'd be too suspicious. I also couldn't sell these clothes like a normal person since that wouldn't be risky enough. Same with burning or otherwise directly destroying them. I also, least of all, wanted to actually wear those clothes ever again. So, I had to come up with a new plan to leave my wardrobe to the vicissitudes of chance.