Fit vs Weak

In one of Barbaria's many backstreets a fit young woman has her sneakers kiss-respected by a public humble head. The top of her white sneaker sock is only just visible to him above her black sneaker-rim, but it means the world to him. For he is weak but she is strong, and he deems it an honour to be thus close to her superior female sock.

Afterwards she leaves him to rot amongst the other rubbish. Not a word has been exchanged between them - only his saliva onto her dirty sneaker-toes. She is better than him in every conceivable way and even her aforementioned sock is better than him. And they both know it!















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