The Sock Drawer of Despair
Welcome to the place where socks come to weep and wail.
Lost in the wash cycle? Found in the lint trap? We've got a drawer full of singles just like you.
We've got:
- The lone argyle, separated from its mate since '87.
- The striped sock that refuses to be paired.
- The missing mate from the set of fuzzy slippers.
- The sock with the mysterious toe hole from that one weird night...
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