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  • It was mid-august when I First met Warren and the air smelled like honey he was workin at kresge's selling cheap shoes priced higher than the sky I know they were cheap because the pair I bought for a hundred something wore out within 2 weeks, and gave me blisters which I’m still recovering from. I didn't even like the shoes much to begin with and it’s not as if I needed them, I guess the only reason I bought them was because of Warren, he could sell a woman anything. I really shouldn't have bought them I had gone in to the store intending only to pick up my husband’s prescription, but I soon found myself entranced by the shoe salesman. I must have tried on 50 pairs of shoes that day. I was only having a good time how could I know that murder sometimes smelled like honey and love like shoe polish.
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