nirbheek · December 18, 2015 08:00 · Jun 10, 2013 · Jun 10, 2013
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-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. 
+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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+It seems my being lost in thought has not gone unnoticed, and a young woman with a glass of wine in one hand and a blue tote bag in the other walks towards me; her interest piqued by my steady stare at the shoes. “I was there when they bought those, you know”, she says to me with just a pinch of mourning colouring her voice.
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+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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		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.