Sad and Lonely

I’m not sad and lonely. At least not often.

But this is:

I just know that within days of throwing this poor sock away – a sock that has been matchless for several months – its mate will reappear, like the Rip Van Winkle of sockland to taunt me.

So there it sits. Sad and lonely on my dresser.

How long to hold out hope?

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