But it’s only when I get closer and grab it off the comforter that I realize… It’s my glove. The one that’s supposed to be in my stall in the baseball team’s locker room instead of on my fucking bed, having just been used… Ugh. A Sharpie falls out of it as I go to flip it over, and my blood is set to a boil as my eyes trace over the words written in black ink on the back side. Holden’s cock cover. Est. 2023.
IM CRYING THIS IS SO FUNNY
