>>34700731...he typed, and after pausing for the briefest of moments, hit the submit button.
He sighed deeply. After staring at his keyboard for what seemed a very long time, he took a moment to look around his modestly sized attic "apartment."
He allowed his eyes to wander past the detritus and partially eaten food littering his desk, to the cunny pictures adorning each wall. Mother never came up here anymore, so he could be as open about his fetish as he wanted, safe in his womb-like sanctuary.
Finally, his gaze returned to his computer. His finger hovered above the mouse button for what seemed an eternity, and then...
Click.
The window was closed. /fit/ was gone.
"It's been a good run," he said aloud. His voice cracked from emotion and disuse.
He stood slowly, plump legs quivering with the effort. After pouring himself a glass of boxed wine, he took his fedora off of its rack in the corner of the room and raised a toast to himself.
"To the future," he said, a single tear running down his pimpled, greasy cheek.
