I kissed you three years ago Audrey. In a hot, dark club in Dallas when the last call was feverishly drinking in my money at the bar.
I miss you Audrey.
By the way, I want my Chucks* back.
*Definition of "Chucks"
About My Shoes . . .
Posted by Jane Doe at 1:23 PM
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This reminded me so much of a pair of combat boots I pine for. So many years later.
Oh combat boots, wherefor art thou?
OMG, ten years ago, when I was more impressionable and gave a crap about what my friends thought, I let them harass and embarrass me over a pair of Pepto-pink low-top Converse sneakers.
I dearly loved those shoes, but I threw them away because I let bullies shame me to the point I couldn't put them back on.
I mourn the loss of those shoes, and I've never forgiven my friends for it.
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