From time to time, you will encounter questions of a seemingly frivolous, yet nonetheless puzzling nature. Whether you chose to confront them is entire up to you. However, your search for an answer might prove fruitful, and what could be better than to at last provide comfort and assurance for all those who have pondered similar thoughts? Thus, I introduce to you the first of many imponderables:
Where do missing socks go?
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I'm pretty sure there is a colony of socks in an underground lair beneath the dryer where missing socks retreat to. Every other full moon, a special portal within the dryer opens up and one lucky sock is chosen to go to the other side and live in sock paradise for eternity. At least, that's what Scientologists think.
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