You said we weren’t a match.
But I think that’s bullshit.
Why do we have to match?
I’ve never matched my socks but they still work just fine.
Why can’t we work just fine?
But then again you’ve always been one to wear your grey socks together and organize them by style.
So maybe we weren’t a match.
But why does it matter?
Poetry
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This is a great metaphor! There really are two different kinds of people when it comes to socks.