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Her scabs itch, and her blond roots peek up from under the black. She's frustrated 'cause she can't find her combat boots, so she wades through the days, using her shoes as a metaphore. She learns to let go of what she thinks she can expect, scratches the itch,and glances back up imploringly to those eyes. Does anyone know what has happened to my boots???....That's it. I'm going pervert hunting.



Wish me luck