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Oh Anastasia sock, why hast thou have forsaken me?
We began as friends. I cast you on, provisionally, with ease. Your short-row toe was lovely, round, aching to be filled with chilly toes. Your foot laughed at it's accompanying chart mocking; "I need no instruction!". Our courtship was a flurry of glorious yarn-overs. We were in love.
And then. We turned. The heel.
What happened Anastasia? We used to be so free and easy! I used to be able to predict your every move! But something changed. You're different now, difficult, impossible to relate to. I give and give and you laugh in my face. I've grown weary of your frequent mistakes. Our relationship has grown toxic. You're no good for me. I know it's hard, but trust me, it's better this way:
I'm sorry Anastasia, but it's over.