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Walk In
My Shoes
lilac dress. He stared up at me and I could just make out his makeup
stained face, coated in tears. On his feet were shiny fuchsia high
heels. I outstretched my blood stained hand. He discarded it and
reached for the debris of the purse.
“No, people shouldn’t be allowed to do that. It’s wrong” resounded
inside my head, as he hobbled into the night.
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