Sterile Environment
In the sterile and somewhat gloomy environment of the underpass, my only solace is the company of my betters’ SHOES and SOCKS as they go about their daily business. Kissing their FEET is all I have to look forward to!
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| In the gloomy and sterile environment of the underpass, kissing FEET is my only solace |
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| People's FEET bring colour into my lowly life |
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| Their SHOES and SOCKS |
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| The STITCHES in their SOCKS! |

...which I can observe in spite of the gloom, thanks to my FEETKISSING face being so close to them!
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| Truly, my customers' SOCK STITCHES are the humble highlights of my day! |
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| And I would certainly rather be down here, kissing FEET and admiring SOCKS, than toiling under the constant STING of the LASH in the underground slave mines! |
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| Better to KISS FEET than FEEL LASH! |
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| I therefore kiss the stranger's FEET most vigorously and respectfully |
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| She leaves without saying anything to me. I am too far beneath her on the Gynarchy's social scale |
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| I bow my humble head in shame next to her departing FEET, and await my next customer |










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