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"I'm really sorry, but I have to do this." I told him, his face growing pale. "I don't-" "Just listen." I pulled out the previous boy's briefs. "I have something to tell you. I secretly collect the underwear of those who I've... put out of commission. And I have a thing for Calvin Kleins." His eyes widened, and he tried to get away, but it was too late. "Maybe now is a good time to regret eating those cupcakes from before." I began unbuttoning his jeans as he grabbed at his throat. No, I'm just kidding. There are no murderous underwear stealers in this story, I can assure you of that. This might actually be the worst description of a book ever, so I guess you should just read it or something. You know, so someone doesn't take your underwear. Disclaimer: There is actually no plot to this story.
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