How is it possible that when I do a load of laundry…(with no children left in the home to complicate things laundrerial,) and I take the clothes out of the dryer, I can find exactly SEVEN of my very own socks with NO PARTNERs?? Where do they go? Do they just not get along anymore?? Are they happier on their own? Was the sock I saw in the gutter on Broadway Avenue one of mine?
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