The shoes mocked me as they sit on the mantle-piece. They were pink. Girls like pink, don't they. Or so they're told, I guess. I would've called mine Gladys. She would've played with guns and cars, if I had any say in it. Unless she wanted dolls, but it's hard to tell if what they really want is what the girl next door has.
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