SOCKS

‘Freddie, where are your socks? You’ll have cold feet.’

‘They’re behind you, on the bed.’

That’s more words, more coherently spoken, than I’d get out of his eighteen-year-old brother first thing on a Sunday morning.

Super-good talking, Freddie.

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