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Sunday, January 23, 2011
In The Donut Shop
Sitting at the bar disappointed with the day-old-donut taste of the glazed Dunkin Donut on my plate, I watched out the window. The little shop itself sat half under ground and so I only saw shoes, calves, and hems. I smiled as a pair of zebra print shoes with a bright red three inch heel clicked by. I could always recognize Sylvia by her sexy and completely inappropriate shoes on the Chicago streets.
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We all have one of those friends, don't we? My feet hurt just watching my friend walk in her stilletos! You painted this scene so well!
ReplyDeleteI am that friend as often as I can be, which sadly isn't that often.
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