I don't like wearing socks with shoes, much less when I should be barefoot.
Every night when I come home, I decide to make a run for it. I pick up my shoes, take off my socks, and sprint up the stairs. Sometimes, I can hear Frau talking on the phone in another room. But I always make it.
One of these days I am going to get caught and there will be hell to pay.
Until then, I will continue to run barefoot sprints.
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