There's something incredibly unsatisfying about having a hole in your sock. For some reason it makes me feel incomplete and less of a person. Then again, maybe that's just because my foot is getting a bit cold. I really can't stand socks with holes in them. I know that it's a stupid problem, but it drives me crazy. It's like having a blister at the inside of your lip - you just want it to go away, but for some reason you're there touching it all the bloody same. Don't get me wrong, holes are very practical - great to push people into - but what my lovely black socks with a santa on (yes, a santa, I don't discriminate after season) don't need right now is a heel poking through them.
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