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"Skuff marks" he says with disgust in his voice and he looks at my shoes and says, "Garbage." We both knew from before what they'd do to his floor but I wore them in spite of the carnage. They went with the look I snuck into my nook and plastered the heels with green lables. "Advance Directives" now "Floor Protectives" the scuffle and stuff it disables. I don't advertise my messes or lies they just find themselves out and what's more... I simply rely on the passing of time now it's green from my heels on the floor.
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Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 12:35 AM UTC
skuff marks
"Skuff marks" he says with disgust in his voice and he looks at my shoes and says, "Garbage." We both knew from before what they'd do to his floor but I wore them in spite of the carnage. They went with the look I snuck into my nook and plastered the heels with green lables. "Advance Directives" now "Floor Protectives" the scuffle and stuff it disables. I don't advertise my messes or lies they just find themselves out and what's more... I simply rely on the passing of time now it's green from my heels on the floor.
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Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 12:35 AM UTC
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