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I always thought there was but one kind of
silence. You know, the kind when there isn't any noise. But after giving it some (silent) thought, I realize that there
are several kinds of silence. There are moments of silence, vows of silence, the
right to remain silent, the deafening silence one hears in
oxymoronville, the
cone of silence and of course, the
silence of the lambs. There's also the kind of silence that surrounds oneself while wearing awesome
slouch socks!
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The giant slouch socks help her feet stay in those gigantic aerobics sneakers. Allegedly.
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