When I reached home this evening, I discovered my flies were undone. I’m trying to think back to how long it could have been undone, but I can’t think. It’s not something I have done before. Oddly, it actually felt good. Liberating. It certainly wasn’t intentional. Oh god does that make me a perv or flasher or something? It makes me wonder, do all the people who I see flying low do so deliberately?
What if everyone in the whole world were flying low at the same time by accident. Does that make it acceptable?
hmm
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