Dr. Nasey.

Hello? How can I help you? Uh, just browsing. Alright, let me know if you need anything.

I skimmed down the aisles as I scanned the shoes with my gaze. There were sneakers, boots,

aisles, anything you could think of. Almost all of them seemed old or worn. The first

pair I pulled off the shelves were loafers. Something nice that I'd wear to work or fancy

events. Its black leather was creased, but intact, and the metal buckle still shined.

As I continued down the aisles, the next pair of shoes I found were white Air Force ones,

with only a moderate amount of stains. With enough scrubbing, I could make them look brand

new. So I took them as well. And finally, I came across a scuffed pair of dark brown boots.

They looked good for wintertime, so I tucked them between my arms along with the other

two pairs. On a tight budget, I figured that was enough. I dumped the pairs onto the counter

as the old man looked up. Is this all? I nodded. He typed on a cash register. His eyes

darting to each pair as the keys clicked. I handed him crumpled bills as he put the shoes

in brown boxes. Have a nice day and enjoy their shoes. Thank you. His wording confused

me. There shoes. It was an odd thing to say. And it stuck to the back of my mind on the

way home. As I stepped inside, I set the boxes down and unpacked them. It wasn't a traditional

shoe store, so I had to hope they'd all fit right. I decided to unpack the loafers first,

knowing I'd be wearing those the most. Sitting on my bed, I slipped the first one onto

my foot. I wiggled my toes around as I felt the fit of the shoe. It fit perfectly, but

with one of my feet being slightly bigger than the other, I decided to try the other one

on just to make sure. As I slipped it on, I felt this drowsiness cloud over me. My eyelid

sank as my vision blurred, nausea brewing in my stomach. Suddenly, the softness of my

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