The tales of forgotten socks hiding in the depths of laundry piles. Legends say they possess the magical ability to always reappear as mismatched pairs. This writer unknowingly chronicles their epic journey, step by step on cold tile floors.
Once, in a dusty attic, the Box of Unopened Gifts pondered over its existence. Do we exist? it questioned existentially, echoing through hallways adorned with cobwebbed chandeliers and distant laughter.
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