there it lay, a single sock. cold, wet, and half frozen in the gutter. the crust which had helped to hold to it together for so many seasons had long washed away...it was truly alone, or at least felt that way.
there it lay, a single sock. cold, wet, and half frozen in the gutter. the crust which had helped to hold to it together for so many seasons had long washed away...it was truly alone, or at least felt that way.
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