The hole opened up, but I kept walking. The things that poked through never actually hurt, but… you know. I put them in the trashcan once but pulled them out again. Somehow, I’ve developed an emotional connection to my footwear.
The hole opened up, but I kept walking. The things that poked through never actually hurt, but… you know. I put them in the trashcan once but pulled them out again. Somehow, I’ve developed an emotional connection to my footwear.