I didn’t recognize half of these freaky items, or the person they belonged to. I imagined his mother finding them, and having all of her base fears about gay people being sex-obsessed deviants confirmed. That is, if she had such fears. Maybe I was projecting my own mortification on her? And on Kit? No matter, I didn’t like how the treasure trove of erotica was making me feel, so I grabbed the lid, secured it tightly, and tucked the shoebox so far under the bed a cockroach would have trouble finding it. Next, I grabbed the new shoebox filled with Kit’s comparatively more PG-13-rated novelties
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