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My shoes seem to have left the dharma center and gone walkabout.

Too bad they left without me. I felt up for a little adventure.

Maybe this will the the incident that forever transforms my life, sending me off in a new direction. Maybe this is how my story begins.

The story opens with the girl who's usually got it all together standing rather helplessly in the community room, feebly looking in the same places over and over again as if her shoes were a wily pair of keys she had mindlessly set down. Of course she doesn't generally have this issue with keys as she doesn't trust them. So elusive she considers keys, in fact, that she nearly always stashes them with care after use. She has admittedly become more careless than she once was, but she's almost certain that she didn't misplace her shoes. Careless as she may have grown, shoes tend to be pretty reliable. She might be losing her mind, but the shoes are still trustworthy.

And thus the prologue prattles on a little further for the shoeless girl, ending a tad abruptly without a wrap. Closings have always been more difficult for her than openings, but for once the art actually calls for it.

As for chapter one, where does that begin?

With the shoes, of course, out on the town with their new companion. Where else?


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i can't believe you have experienced yet another parallel to Sex. Time to register?

At least I wasn't mugged for them. ;) Kinda makes me think twice about picking up designer shoes at Housing Works!

Register? Do explain. Sometimes shoeless girls are slow on the uptake.

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