
About This Novel
They passed through my life wearing different socks. Some people deliberately changed their knee-high socks because they were misunderstood; Someone silently showed me the baggy piles of socks; Someone always wore pantyhose and sat reading by the window in the library until he never showed up again. I think what I like is socks. Slow heat, literary youth But what I like even more is them wearing these socks. This is a story about secret love and loss that makes people feel transparent and sour. It is also the process of a boy growing up between them.
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