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Record no. 26
When I moved into my girlfriend’s home, I started wearing her clothes. “I’d always dreamed of having a boyfriend who'd wear all my T-shirts,” she told me.
I didn’t really have much clothing of my own at the time, and what I did have was mostly confined to underwear. For a very long time our clothing was mixed together as a giant pile inside of her closet. Even months after I’d moved in with her, I’d still sometimes dig through that pile and find things I’d never seen before.
Unfortunately, this idyllic life of ours could not last. You see, I have a very serious problem: my sweat discolors the armpits of all the shirts I wear. This didn’t matter much when I lived alone, but now my problem has become my girlfriend’s problem too. I’ve tainted all her clothes. What began as the fruition of decades of fantasies turned into a nightmare. Now there’s a clear demarcation of whose shirts are whose. The ones with brown or yellow armpits are mine, and I dare not wear those that are not stained out of fear of ruining them too.
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