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“I did not steal your damned lucky socks.” Dev continued basting the ribs. “I would never in a million years take anyone’s socks. Least of all yours.”
Alex scoffed. “All I know is, one minute they’re there and the next, after I give a one-minute interview, they’re gone.”
“Those were my socks. Yours were on the floor. Like all your other gear.”
“Oh yeah? Then why’d we lose the game?” Alex shot back. “Answer me that.”
