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Chapter 7 by TheProletariat TheProletariat

Why you gotta be weird like that?

Hide the socks.

You toss the socks under the bed. She enters, drunk to the high heavens. Stumbling around the room she finds her way to the bed and plops down dramatically. Her snores are both loud and expedient.

You hold your breath.

She snorts loudly, then in a half sleep kicks off her boots, and reveals her foot, encased in a sock with a hole in the big toe and heel.

Don’t do it.

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