Socks, socks, mountains of socks. Everywhere around my face there are socks, tormenting me with their colours and stitched cottons. And their faces, they also shine with glorious beams of something shiny and pretty. Like angel ladies from the pianola fields of margentile.
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A time travelling Monkeyman called Sockface Mongolian decides to revisit the future in a saddening tale of redemption, intrigue and adventure.
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