My only solace on a dank and drizzly evening is a visit from regular customer Ms Mukta madam. Her SNEAKERS and SOCKS can always be relied upon to bring light into my lowly life!
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| I'm cold, dank and miserable in my lonely alcove... |
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| ...until suddenly I hear the familiar footsteps of divine regular customer Ms Mukta madam splashing through the puddles towards me |
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| Glory be, her MUDDY SNEAKERS stop in front of me... |
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| ...and her RIGHT SNEAKER is the first to be put up to my menial mouth for respect-kissing... |
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| ...swiftly followed by her equally muddy LEFT SNEAKER. She's wearing DARK GREY SOCKS as well! |
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| I realise, of course, that Ms Mukta madam isn't doing this for my benefit. It's for hers, as she loves having her FEET KISSED by lowly public footservants such as myself! |
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| Nevertheless, she is the light of my lowly life, as I wish for nothing more than to have her superior sneaker-DNA dirt on my lowly, unworthy lips! |
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| She can be justifiably pleased with herself for having done her good deed for the day... |
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| ...smug, even! |
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| I focus intently on the backs of her departing SNEAKERS and SOCKS, yearning for their speedy return! |
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