You don't need to know this at all, but...
There's been one brown sock sitting on the couch in my room for about a week now, because I wore it for a couple hours one evening (so it wasn't really particularly dirty, or not enough to quite merit washing) and then have been utterly unable to find its little sock friend. Anyway, I just gave up and put it in the laundry in the hopes that its mate had already ended up there stuck to something else. And I went downstairs to tell my mother that if only one sock came out of the washing machine, it wasn't her fault. And as I went back through the dark living room, I noticed there was something on the couch, which, when I picked it up, turned out to be the other sock. I have no idea how it got there.
Obviously it was the velveteen rabbit's fault. Um. Yeah.
Obviously it was the velveteen rabbit's fault. Um. Yeah.
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A lonely sock is truly a mystery that has had scientists baffled since socks were invented.
I will probably stick with the alternate dimension story.
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Perhaps washers, and particularly dryers, are some sort of mini-black holes?
Oh, the humanity!