"Hey, those look good."
"Mmmm, well, they feel good."
"They look good, too."
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," I winced. "They're ghastly!"
The salesman laughed. "Yeah, I hear that a lot."
Together we stood before a full-length mirror and regarded the spectacle of my feet in what used to be called "sensible" shoes.
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