Doesnt this just transport you back to the days of donning your favorite princess tiara and hulu grass skirt, with a plastic wand and sword tucked into your Dad's old belt and of course your favorite shoes as you race out the door to go to the grocery store with your, I'm-sure-absolutely-horrfied -but-lovingly-gracious-and-honestly-too-tired-to-fight-with-you, best Mom in the world.
(And yes i am the daughter of an English teacher. So just know I was using the lonest run-on sentence in the world as a literary device.)
"Her Favorite Shoes"
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