Sometimes I take my socks off by pushing down into the carpet and quickly skidding my foot back; the carpet holds onto the sock and my foot slides out. It doesn’t work with all the socks, but I like it. I know you hate it. I don’t know why you hate it, maybe it’s just because it’s silly and you hate me for having fun. So I keep doing it every chance I get, whether you’re there to disapprove or not. Every time I do it, I think of you and I’m glad you hate it. It makes me happy.
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