Walking in my shoes is such hard work sometimes. I tire and resort to sitting, shuffling on my ass, rolling or sometimes, undulating across the floor. I like it. It gives me a whole new point of view....oh, I say to myself, so this is what it's like to be three feet tall! Sometimes, when the locomoting gets to be too much, I take a chance and try walking a mile in my own shoes again, only to find that they are sooo uncomfortable.
The leather is soft, worn in and a perfect rust-brown hue; but somehow, by the end of my short walk, I end up writhing again from the inevitable, undeniable truth: Walking in my shoes is such hard work.
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