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Socks ankle high

Winter mornings. Cold noses but warm breaths. Already 6 but the sun’s still at rest. Needing to get out of bed but your body’s still in a silent protest. Grey skies and socks ankle high, you curse the world and sigh: Dear God, why? Schools a bum. The end.

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