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A Lost Sock

May 23, 2018
By 8janssen GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
8janssen GOLD, Hartland, Wisconsin
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The alarm goes off and realization hits me. I’m suffocating. I’m never allowed enough time to think, but I jump to fear and a quick decision. He smiled with happiness, but hoped for more than I could give. Panicked, I ran to the next, leaving the old one behind like a lost sock.



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