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Sunday, May 16, 2004
Story of the brown suede shoes
4:15pm
Strolling to the bus-stop in my new suede shoes, pangs of regret pricked me. Should I have chosen the other?
Blood was shed, followed by excruciating pain at the chaffed wound.
12:45am
A couple sitting on a bench at the park beside the long canal, enjoying the cool, night breeze and a romantic moment.
Along came a pink-clad young woman, bare-footed and picking her way gingerly across the dirty cement floor, holding a pair of shoes in her hand.
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