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Bad reading the paper didn't look up. Maybe the dryer eats them. Sam frowned. That doesn't make sense. Socks don't just vanish. Days later, Sam found the sock. It had slipped behind the machine. Held it up tri Found it, Dad glanced over. Funny thing, isn't it? What, Sam asked? How we worry so much about what's missing, we forget what's right in front of us. Sam paused, staring at the sock. Sometimes things aren't lost. They're just waiting to be found.
