the shoe, the evil, evil shoe, could not be put on... it resisted, twisting the sock, it couldn't and wouldn't fit... frustration mounting, her lil veins tensed and strained... tempers flaring, sending out shrieks and screams.. the questioning of why... why shoe why??? and finally the absolution that it would never work... run away luv, run away... find comfort in the passive waves of the telly...
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Thats a very purple carpet...
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