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| I love these old, worn-out, beat-up, grimy, borderline gross sneakers. |
My beat-up Converse and I have history.
We've journeyed through major life events:
Childbirth for the second time.
Career successes. Job losses.
Deaths in the family. Newest additions.
We've traveled great distances together.
And walked through shit.
And walked through shit.
I will wear these old dogs 'til they disintegrate.
And when they do, I will
Nurse them back to health with duct tape.
