You started as a single cell that divided into a billion

and now you cry over commercials and lost socks.

Or, that's just me?

Shuddup. I'm not weird. You are.

Ok. I am.

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I can't help it. After all I'm worried if that lost sock will be okay. Will it find its way back or aimlessly wander the world for what will feel like an eternity?