I’m jealous of your clothes because they touch you more than I do. The kind of touch that’s comfortable, relaxing, warm, sensual and cozy. I envy your socks because they caress your feet better than I ever could. I admire your soap and shampoo because they lather away stress and revive you in a unique way. Come into the fitting room to try me on to see if I fit. It’s my wish that I can touch, caress or revive you better than any of the things that come into contact with you more often than I do.
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