Black Socks are the true masters of discretion. They're like ninjas of footwear, slipping past you, unseen and unheard, leaving only faint whispers of their existence behind.
You know, like that one time your aunt wore black socks with sandals to the family reunion and nobody noticed. Except for you. You noticed. But it was a family reunion, so it was too late to say anything.
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