
I like her shoes, they look sort of like a pair of shoes, that belonged to a pair of feet, that belonged to a pair of legs, that belonged to a woman I knew, but only up to a point, because, seriously, how well can you actually know someone, and the Human Being Lawnmower goes:
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop ...
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