They’re repulsive – all stiff and crusty.
But the worst part is the smell.
Alex – the little turd – had my favourite socks all week!
He swings them between his fingers, and I gag.
Perhaps a swift kick in the gut will fix everything.
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about yoga,divorce, travel, teaching
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