Quinn sits down on the couch in a fresh pair of socks and nice shoes. The blanket on the floor takes both.
She pulls on another pair. Those get holes. The thick expensive ones rip through next. Sneakers disappear. Flip-flops don’t last either.
By the end she’s out of socks and shoes, bare soles on the ottoman, trying to figure out how she’s supposed to leave the house when the monster clearly just wants her feet.
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