Sometimes, at the end of a long day, it’s just you, your dotted socks, and a partially chewed up blue dinosaur. Sure he’s been through the doggie ringer a few times, and yeah, here’s got the frayed edges and half-missing stuffing to prove it, but when strip all the snazzy away, are the two of you really that different? After the day you’ve had, frayed and half-empty just about hit the nail right on the head. I’m thinking the only real contrast is that snazzy looking footwear.
So thank goodness that guy with the cool socks is me.
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