/lit/ - Literature

>>22194341
It grieves me to say that I have made a mistake in my first post regarding the status of my clothes. I mistakenly have told you all that I am wearing underwear, however, the reality is that I am not. Thus, there is no barrier between the poop and my pants, and only a thin sheild between it and my bedsheets. Had I been wearing underwear, I would not have made this addendum to my post and would likely be in a more dignified position(although only slightly) as I would have an extra layer of protection from the feces staining my bed. Had it been contained in my underwear, which- of course- is often skidmarked anyways, I would not feel the need to change my sheets until the morning. The dung, however, has vacated my pajama shorts and explored my mattress with wreakless abandon
I am deeply saddened by this

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