Sunday, November 7

mike,

you took my socks.  you always take my socks.  give me back my socks.  all the socks you've taken.  please wash my socks before you return them to me but let that task not delay, by any means, your prompt response to this note.  stay up late to wash them.  wake up early to wash them.  lose sleep.  make sure there remains not even a whisper of whatever fungal activity flourishes on the nourishing plain of your feet.  you could even....buy your own socks!  i dunno.  just an idea. 

please.  give me back my socks.   they're mine which makes it true and sure that they are not, however surprising this may be, yours.  they're not.  they're mine. 

love, still,  roxy

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