These shoes mean an awful lot to me. So what were they doing in the bottom of the armoire, getting moldy?
Mom, these are the shoes you bought me for college graduation. I remember I knew what I wanted – a pair of Birkenstocks. Expensive shoes they were back then, to me, and even though I certainly could have bought them myself, they always seemed to be more than I was willing to pay for something that was a luxury and just for myself. That habit I still have. It’s why I don’t have a Wii yet. Well, one of the reasons. Anyway, thanks. They were just right.
Dad, I remember those loafers of yours you kept patching together. Sorry I made fun of you for doing that. These have a lot of glue keeping the cork together now. I can probably make them go another twenty years. Well, if I clean the mold off.
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