It was a dark and stormy night in the land of missing socks. The year was 1986, and the world was on the brink of chaos. It started with a single, lone sock, left behind in the dryer. A sock with a mind of its own, determined to unravel the mysteries of the universe.
As I walked into the laundry room, I saw it there, taunting me with its very existence. I knew I had to act fast, for the fate of humanity hung in the balance.
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