This morning I went for a run; as I was running, I saw a finger cot in the dirt beneath my feet. This memory returned from seeing finger cots for the first time and thinking, "Finger cots are condoms for little boys."
I remembered wanting a penis large enough to use a condom, but "finger cots are condoms for little boys." Of course, finger cots are not condoms for little boys; it was a Madeleine de Proust moment. The finger cots were for my father's hands when they became dry in the winter, finger cots as a symbol of the Oedipus complex.
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