"Huh... must of been my imagination," uttered TK, as, while he was bent down peering, one of his fresh socks fell from the open gym bag hefted on his shoulders and landed on top of Davis like a thick blanket. Davis scrambled around in the sudden fabric, mouthing off nonsensically out of spite and frustration, just as TK reached down to pick it up. He then found himself entangled in the web-like cloth and was actually sent tumbling down to the very bottom of the sock, where the toes would go, as the whole thing was lifted up toward TK's face. Thank God it was fresh at least, thought Davis.. TK then looked down at his feet and decided to...
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