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Cushiony cotton,
grungy and worn constantly, now ripped at the toes. I wash you daily hoping you won't fall apart and disintergrate. Though my toes protrude from those huge holes in my socks, I love you dearly. Because I'm too poor to buy myself some more socks, I hope you make it.
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