I stopped at a wicker chair outside and empty chinese restaurant and pulled the perfect pair of black pumps out of my bag. Walking two miles in heels while doable is murder on the shoe taps, so it's best to be smart and save yourself a trip to the cobbler and change just before you get *there*.
One boot was off. My hat covered head angled down as I slipped my foot into the narrow suede creature a group of young rowdies walked by waving their arms, shouting, the boasting conquistadores of valencia avenue.
Be careful how you walk man, one friend said to another, you almost hit that dude in the head.
It was the best compliment I've received in weeks.
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