After 20 years of searching, I have finally found the perfect pair of socks. They match, they're clean, and they're not from the washing machine. The ultimate prize for any adventurer.
Located in a hidden valley, surrounded by a sea of tranquility and a sky full of fluffy white clouds, the socks have been lost for centuries. But I'm not going to let that stop me. I'll just wear them anyway.
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