New Boots

November 6, 2016 § Leave a comment


Oh you should had taken a photo of me last night, when I was well-dressed. Today I look horrible and I’ve slept so badly, she said. But maybe the boots had really been a bit too much, she thought. They were not cheap, but she had ordered them online and they were quite different than how they had looked on the online shop photos. But when they finally arrived, there was no time to send them back. The party was on the same night. It would be either them or the old ones. She once had met a man who said that he wouldn’t drink a tea brewed from a teabag if his life depended on it. She had felt so sorry for him. She put the new boots on.

She danced to the music: November (New Boots)



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