Look Up
Her shoes are black. Flat. Uncomfortable looking. Cheap. βWhy donβt you ever look at me when we talk?β I must admit, she has an admirable bosom, but Iβm caught gazing at her feet. Itβs hard to look people in the eyes. I must admit, Iβm scared to look up. βIt seems like all you ever do is stare at my feet?β I donβt know why waste money on poor shoes when you can make one purchase for a good pair.β¦
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