I was supposed to spend the weekend making shoes for her and him but as we all know the weekend has just forty eight hours in which I was supposed to snatch back lost sleep, writing, reading and four precious kilos of body weight whilst pursuing my love for shoes and color and ensuring these two had great footwear to flaunt by mid week more or less, but , by the end of Sunday, only she had shoes worth somewhat of a double take while I had ones that looked like something I picked from an angry-candy store for kids and as Monday dawned the hunt for a size ten canvas shoe resumed again, just as did the week, with its barrage of loaded briefs, forehead smacking gagagoo, trigger finger texts and much lip service.
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