Dirt Beneath Her Feet

Every morning the smart young businesswoman stops by me on her way into work in order to have her shoes kissed and her socks admired. And I do indeed admire her short socks - especially the weave of the socks.

She never speaks to me since I am, quite literally, the dirt beneath her feet.














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