You dive head first into the black sock, despite the near visible cheesy fumes warning against that. All you know is you have to hide before you get caught. You hold your breath as you crawl into the crusty, smelly sock and you are about halfway inside before you run out of air and are forced to inhale the warm cheesy fumes, gagging constantly as the stench burns your nose. You decide to stay where you are, knowing that the toxic odors that await you in the toe section are too much to bear. You wait quietly, suffering in the humid stinky atmosphere of her nasty foot odor, listening to her shuffling her stuff around in her gym bag.
"Hmmm which socks should I wear?" She asks as she grabs her Birkenstock sandals.
You panic, envisioning the sharp, toxic stench of her cheesy, grimy toes, not to mention she didn't wear socks during practice, her feet would be so filthy that the thick globs toe jam alone would cause you to choke.
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