It was a typical Monday morning when it started. The coffee machine spewed forth its daily brew, the cat began to plot, and the first envelope of the day was carelessly flung into the abyss. The label, once a proud declaration of "BILLS TO PAY," now read "SOCKS TO FIND." A disaster of epic proportions had begun.
The office was in an uproar as socks vanished by the dozen. The usually stoic office manager, Mrs. Bottomsworth, was at her wit's end. "I've labeled every envelope with precision, I've checked the fridge, I've even questioned the cat!" she exclaimed, as she rummaged through the drawer for her spare change, only to find a lone sock with the words " Property of Sock Gremlin" scrawled in red.
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