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Over the years i would find my stepson's wet sock when I would wash his sheets, sometimes pushed down at the foot of his bed, sometimes between the side of the bed and the wall, sometimes under the edge of his mattress. It was hard not to let my mind wander, especially when I found one that was still warm.