I sat on the sidewalk and cried, wondering if I could get a taxi home, remembering I had a dollar and some change in my pocket.
That was a Saturday evening, and those boots hit the laundry room give away pile the next morning. The feet got a little better after they got a lot worse, but there's no reason to go into that here.
Sadly, the bed of iris has been dug up, probably in a failed effort to do something called landscaping.
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