She took off one sock.
Her right one one the left foot.
Brand: Nike.
I was impressed.
No holes.
More impressed.
She said she would be right back.
She crawled on her stomach to the mailbox.
I couldn't believe it.
She put her sick in there.
How would she eat dinner now with only one sock?
How would her taste buds cope?
They didn't.
her face melted and she became very timid.
Frigid bitch.
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