Your Underwear
       

Since we broke up, I found a pair of your underwear in my hamper. I washed them. It feels very strange to have them, but you didn't leave anything else and I'm not about to call you up to come and get them. I want to get rid of them but part of me thinks it's wrong to throw away such perfectly nice underwear. Since they're underwear, I can't even donate them. I put them on once — they're clean! — but when I did I felt like a crossdresser. They upset me, your underwear. I can't so lve all of t heir problems. They keep showing up in the laundry. They're like somebody else's kid from down the block who has big, lonely eyes and who always turns up around suppertime.

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