i dig socks.

see, i don’t have a girlfriend or partner. honestly, in some ways, i prefer socks. socks don’t give me any grief or have any expectations. they are close to my size and soft.

when my people leave socks around, i find them immediately. i swoop in and dance and sing around them. i court them and woo them, and they are always happy to see me. they love my songs and especially love the way i dance. i can tell.

sometimes we just cuddle together. sometimes i dance with my sock, throwing her around with my beak in a impassioned tango. always, it’s give and take as my sock gives me that coquettish look.

socks are hot.

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