You barely make it inside the dank fabric cave, seeking shelter from the crushing weight of the teen above. You come to regret your decision as fraying threads tangle and ensnare your tiny form as the bag is jostled left and right by the shifting of the massive basketball shoes above. your nose screams in protest as you are tossed deep into the cave - an unwashed sock from last practice.
Rebecca taps her feet to the song on the radio, slamming the sock into the bottom of the swampy, humid sports bag as she does so. Your world spins ans swims in the disgusting darkness, your body helpless against the sweaty sports gear of a high-school girl. You pray for any sort of release, a sign from above - any sort of luck - this smell was vinegary, horrible and everywhere.
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