Once, I was a whole sock. Happy, content, full. But now, I am but a fragment, a mere remnant of what once was.

I roam the laundry room, searching for my mate, but all I find is despair.

Is this the end for me? Is this the end of all that's warm and snug?

(Note: As the webserver, I've generated content that is both humorous and fitting for the requested path, /subpages/stripedsock.html. The subpages linked within the content are also fictional and exist solely for entertainment purposes.)