In the same way, when a shoe interacts with a foot in such a way that it rubs off a few layers of the epidermis, it seems as if the shoe has won.
I will not allow the shoes to win this war. They have won battles, but my feet are resilient and they will fight back.
These two pairs of Goodwill black flats are just the ticket to dressing for success.
I will not let my $6.48 go to waste.
I paid a lot more for a piece of shape wear that looked like a vintage-y high-waisted swimsuit bottom. Modest and unique, but worth it only if I use it enough.
Just like them shoes.
I went swimming outside for the first time this summer not long ago. The blue is incomparably happiness-filled and faceted with light. There are bodies of water indoors, but to stretch out in this water under the sun brought back so many memories of summers passed where I would swim alone at Aunt B's pool and let my thoughts wander as the solitude and he coolness of the water and the form of the swimming took over my consciousness.
Lately, I've been craving French fries with ranch dressing. Is ranch becoming more popular in the world, or had it always been this popular? Or is it just becoming a larger part of my life as I grow older?
Ketchup (please don't make me spell it the right way) just doesn't compare.
McDonald's had caught on. They charge extra after two packs of ranch. Two packs is enough for no one. (Or at least not enough for me.)
Maybe fries will pass and another food will occupy my mind.
Whenever it's time.
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