Everyone should have seen it coming. The complaints were getting louder and the glares were lasting longer. Still, when it finally happened, there was a collective gasp. The pause in breathing fueled the black hole in the room. The black hole was created by the quiet stillness of horror at the realization that she had given up hope. She stopped holding on and let go…
of the pile of orphaned socks.
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