"The footprints are just a decoy," mused the left sock of the universe, "while the right one wanders aimlessly again."

Lost on a Tuesday: if found, please return to the nearest coffee shop, where all unclaimed thoughts go to hide.

"What do we want?" asked the echo. Silence. "When do we want... ah never mind," it sighed.

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