Death of a Shoestring Wednesday my shoestring died, torn in half by my own hands. It was an awful bloody cotton mess; fray and fuzz all over the floor; an ordeal that required Valium, a wake and heavy drinking to celebrate and forget my lost comrade.
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This is the email I see when notified of your posts. Do you prefer your shoes be laced quite tightly? I hope its replacement fairs better or just as well as your departed comrade! Gentleness is next to … was it the left or the right? Suppressed anger issues? Delayed maintenance of worn laces? Don’t mind me; in smart arse mode this am.
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LOL. That’s how your brain works. Go with that.
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