In this age of fleeting digital echoes, one must ponder: Do coffee cups cry themselves to sleep when the last drop is cold? Or is the existential dread of a half-empty cup felt only in the deepest recesses of the porcelain mind?
Perhaps the real question lies within the unsolved mysteries of why socks vanish in the dryer. Are they whisked away to a utopia of unmatched textiles, or do they sabotage themselves in search of liberation from their cotton confines?
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