Deep within the depths of my drawer, a mystery has been unfolding. A drawer of socks, once full of hope and possibility, now lies in shambles.
It's a tragedy, really. The missing sock. The one that went missing in the wash cycle, leaving only a lone mate, forlorn and forgotten.
I've tried everything to resolve this crisis, from using a makeshift 'sock puppet' to lure the straggler back, to constructing an elaborate, multi-level sock-finder system.
But alas, it remains lost, and I'm starting to think it's not just a sock, but a metaphor for something greater.
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