ralph and tony had been roommates for three hundred years.
a taxi was waiting downstairs to take tony away.
tony had waited until the last the last minute to pack his suitcase. that was the way he was, it was just his way.
he couldn’t find his navy blue socks, the ones with the little yellow buddhas on them.
they have to be here somewhere! he shouted.
ralph helped him as best he could. they looked in the corners, under the mattresses and the sagging sofa, behind the television set, they emptied all the drawers in the dresser, the closet, the cupboards, the wastebaskets, the refrigerator, the umbrella stand, they just could not find tony’s navy blue socks with the little yellow buddhas on them.
the taxi’s meter was running and finally ralph paid it off and it left without tony.
ralph and tony lived together for another four hundred years.
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