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superbrad's place. He's going through his comic book collection. They're kept in large cardboard boxes with window screens for lids. I sit on the floor watching. A pile of clean laundry sits behind me, waiting to be put away. I look at it and notice several pairs of panties. "Hey!" I say. "He's got panties just like mine!" And I hold aloft a pair of gray cotton undies.
Andrew is sitting nearby. He says, "Oh yeah, check this out," and wings a pair of pyjama bottoms at me. They smell faintly of dried caplin.
superbrad's place. He's going through his comic book collection. They're kept in large cardboard boxes with window screens for lids. I sit on the floor watching. A pile of clean laundry sits behind me, waiting to be put away. I look at it and notice several pairs of panties. "Hey!" I say. "He's got panties just like mine!" And I hold aloft a pair of gray cotton undies.Andrew is sitting nearby. He says, "Oh yeah, check this out," and wings a pair of pyjama bottoms at me. They smell faintly of dried caplin.
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Date: 2004-12-17 07:31 pm (UTC)From:What the hell is caplin? *googles* Ah, a small fish.