The Case of Lust

So, I find myself in a shoe store the other day. It's like being in a library. It's relaxing. But the relaxation doesn't last very long. It's like petting alligators, and I mean that in a live, still breathing way. With so many choices of shoes, all affordable, and most are beautiful, suddenly, it's all very stressful. I'd go home with all the choices I want, but I would need to build a whole new house to arrange them properly. That's not an option right now. I mean even Imelda Marcus didn't build a whole new house for her shoes. So, I was left with the hardest decision of all. I had to come home with only one pair of shoes until I can get rid of the ones I already have.


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