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Not good
Have you ever had a pair of socks where one sock falls down your foot and bunches up in your shoe and makes you uncomfortable for the entire day, but at the end of the day, instead of doing the smart thing and throwing it out, you toss it in the hamper with all of your other socks, some of which are indistinguishable, and so it gets washed, and folded, and put away, and then the next time you wear it, you ask yourself, why didn't I just destroy this fucking sock last time so that I don't have to suffer any more?
Now, if the irritation of wearing the sock were to be suffered by other people rather than yourself, my little story would be analogous to Just For Fun's reemergence as Not Me.
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