It all starts with the missing sock. You know, the one that disappears in the wash, only to resurface as a lone, mismatched mate. Some say it's the work of S.A.R.A. (Society for the Anarchic Removal of Ankleware), a secret society of mischievous sock ninjas bent on disrupting the fabric of our society.
Others claim it's the doing of the dreaded Sock Goblin, a malevolent force that feeds on the despair of lonely, sockless feet.
But what if I told you, the truth? The truth is, it's just your kid eating them. Don't look at me, I'm just a sock whisperer, not a parent.
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