Prologue
The man saw the snow fall in copious amounts to the building piles of fresh blinding white. He heard the howling wind echo and ricochet off the icy glass windows. He felt the slow creeping chill of a damp and soggy cold make its way through the bare bottom soles of his hardened feet. Oh, it was a bitter cold…the most vile and foul cold that the wretched winter had to offer. And worst of all, this man was not wearing any socks. Indeed, one would think this was a foolish decision. Well, it wasn’t his choice. No…this man had his socks taken from him. His rancorous ex-wife stole his socks and he demanded satisfaction, but he knew he would never get it. She was more than a thousand miles away and certainly cackling at the very thought of this moment. It was a moment that left this particular man in utter despair and pure loathing of his miserable excuse for an existence. It was a moment where this desperate man, with his difficult nature, would go to the ends of the earth to fulfill his needs. It was a moment when this truly sorry man perilously needed a thick and fresh pair of warm woolen socks.
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