There were twenty six socks in his drawer, but none of them formed a perfect pair. Sure, there were ones which originally came from the same packet, but they had been washed a few times more and were less black and more dark grey than their counterparts and some had shrunk a little bit so that none matched exactly.
He was baffled as to why this was.
Downstairs, the washing machine smiled inwardly as it felt the weight of twenty six odd socks nestling beneath its drum.
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