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My Retire Attire

My pants are tucked snug beneath the socks on my feet. I also wear gloves tucked beneath my long sleeves. I wear a full facial mask of fabric that allows me to breath and then I retire for the evening and go to sleep. This isn't some fetish or obsessive compulsion. This ritual is performed for my own protection to insure that when I sleep that I am not being eaten by my current, most unwelcome bed bug infestation. I must retire this way every day until I can give my apartment a 100% thorough and complete bed bug fumigation. Until then I am forced to co exist with them. Oh the extents I will go to pay cheap rent.

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