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Boots, my man. Boots are where it's at.
The forecast said evening rain. Fucking forecast.
Also, running out and buying shoes which didn't have gaping holes in their soles helped a bit.
Boots, my man. Boots are where it's at.
ReplyDeleteThe forecast said evening rain. Fucking forecast.
ReplyDeleteAlso, running out and buying shoes which didn't have gaping holes in their soles helped a bit.
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