A smart-casually dressed young woman approaches me with customary female confidence down the station corridor and surveys me before using me to have her feet kiss-respected.
Her glorious shoes and socks make my humble day!
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| A casually smart young woman marches confidently towards me |
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| Her shoes and socks are already brightening up my humble day! |
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| They stop directly in front of my corridor-confined face... |
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| ...surveying me for a while... |
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| ...whilst I humbly reciprocate! |
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| I know I am about to have to serve these shoes and socks - abase myself before them |
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| Sure enough, the left shoe is first to be shoved towards my feckless face... |
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| ...swiftly followed by the right! |
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| Shoes, socks, and heart-shaped buckles! |
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| How could I fail to be impressed by such fabulous, smart-casual footwear? |
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| I study the socks in great detail... |
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| ...as I kiss-respect the shoes |
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| I slavishly cherish and admire each and every individual stitch in these superb, female socks! |
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| Meanwhile, the pretty and smart wearer of the shoes and socks looks down on me with wholly justifiable, young-womanly contempt! |
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| After all, I'm just a corridor 'thing' that kisses feet! |
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| The superb young woman then turns and leaves me to rot in the dirt behind her... |
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| ...her bright, green eyes glowing with female pride! |
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| And rightly so, for, as she has so ably demonstrated, I am less than her shoes and socks! |
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| Even the decorative bows on her shoes are worth more than me... |
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| ...as is each and every stitch in her socks! |
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| For these are the shoes and socks of a smart-casual goddess... |
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| ...a superior being to me... |
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| ...a winner! |
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| I am not even fit to look her in the bare leg above the sock! |
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| Her socks are gods compared to me! |
