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  • She saw them from across the room, seductively curling their finger towards her. It was the color that made her do an immediate head turn. Magnetized, she moved. What was she shopping for again? She couldn’t recall.

    She asked the sales clerk if she could try them on.
    “Of course,” she replied.
    Sliding her foot into the throat of the boot, she knew she was gone, hook and line.

    “Do I want to know how much they cost?” she asked, falling in love more and more with the reflection in the mirror.
    “No, but probably everything you thought you wanted” the sales lady replied.
    She was right. They would.

    Her soon to be 40 year-old heart and body strutted a bit in the store, enjoying the reflection in the mirror of the sass of the girl she still was and the woman she was becoming. At 14, she wouldn’t have dared even try those boots on. At 25, she would have talked herself out of it and into more practical footwear. At 32, she wouldn’t have even looked in the mirror at herself.

    But at nearly 40, she remembered who she was all along and said, “No need for a bag, I’m wearing them out of the store.”
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