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Dead Man’s Shoes

He bought the shoes on a Monday, I think.
The store was pretty crowded, but he found them right away.
9EEE. The perils of wide feet.
These are pretty comfortable, he thought.

The shoes came home in their box, as shoes do.
They sat for a long time. He meant to wear them, but the old ones were convenient.
Time passed, then so did he, quicker than expected. That’s the way these things go.
The shoes still sit, wrapped in brown tissue paper, in their box.
I wish he’d have been able to wear them one more time.


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