It's an amazing feeling when you discover the other lonely sock in the drawer. Then you realize you have matching socks that have just been reunited after a long time apart. And it's like wow, a pair of socks. And it's also kind of like love. Except you that know it'll last, at least until the next laundry day, which is sometimes more than can be said for love.
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At 7:16 PM, Arnau said…
In America I became a more open minded person. I kind of learned from American diversity and life style. So, now I have absolutely no prejudices against interracial couples of socks.
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