When the only safe person EVER has left for a few hours
-and you are being watched by a "nice"
but really suspicious visitor you met just two days before-
the only logical way to cope is to find and hoard safe person's dirty laundry.
Sadly I was left with nothing but a sock and this pair of pants.
But I guarded them with my life.
Come no closer.
They are mine.
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