“You have nice, shiny shoes,” she said, in almost a whine. I stop privately flexing my calves in line at the Chipotle and turn around. I sense something off almost immediately. Big fun sunglasses and lots of “fancy” jewelry, but take a second look: she’s not wearing socks, and it’s...
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