What are you tryin’ to say about my liking socks?

Oh just that the south likes to take precious things, like thick soft socks that cuddle your feet while the air whistles softly at your cheeks, and splurt moistness and odor all over it at a moment’s notice. (In VA, we have a yo-yo weather thing where it’s super hot for five seconds then cold then hot and then it doesn’t matter bc I’ve crawled into my armpit sized oven and begun crooning to the burnt pieces of bread in there.)

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