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The dusty road made breathing difficult. It was so hot even the mule was protesting the walk. The wagon was full of “essentials” as she had called them. Who in the world would consider a few hundred pairs of shoes an essential?

Why would he agree to come here if he hadn’t lost his mind? That’s it, that’s why he was traveling this dusty road. He had lost his mind.
Who is he? Why is the wagon full of nothing but shoes? Where did he agree to go?
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Red said…
Wait, what do you mean "not essential"? Sheesh. She needs a new footman. Truly.
August 10, 2013 at 6:42 PM
Laurie said…
I can actually picture you moving with a few dozen wagons to hold all the shoes. :)
August 11, 2013 at 7:59 AM
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