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I open my sock box every morning to find this:
It's my favorite sock.
Unfortunately, the other one has ended up somewhere around the
corner of a McDonald's on top of the hill. Probably under your dad's bed.
I really hope he can use it, for I mourn it every fucking day
(I know I could just go to New Yorker - yes, I bought it at New Yorker - and get another pair.
But as you might guess, it is not actually about the sock.
The point is: I lost what was precious to me while I was with you, and before I
had to leave, I tried to find it and take it with me. But it was already gone.
How can a sock simply disappear in such a small apartment? I searched everywhere thrice.
You didn't help me because
You didn't give a shit about that stupid sock because
You didn't see the value in it and because of that,
I didn't wanna leave that
stupid precious sock with you.
But things being as they are, time was rushing and I had to catch my f., so I had to leave my
stupid precious sock with you, even though I knew you would not take proper care of it.
Did your father find my sock eventually?
Did you put in the effort to find my sock just so that he wouldn't?
Why didn't you send it to me? Did you throw it away?
Or did you not give my sock another thought, is it still there, collecting dust and mites and
smelling for itself? (It was worn before I lost it)
I imagine you kneeling in front of your dad's bed in a submissive stance (just as I liked to do),
finding it, full of dust and dirt, and sniffing it because you FINALLY developed the foot fetish I was hoping for.
Can you find the sock?