My shoes have been a lot of places.
They've been to Florida, Bahamas, St. George, Vegas, New York, Boston, San Fransisco, Utah. They've walked, ran, sat, and sprinted.
They've covered one of my insecurities.
They've been with family, friends, and loved ones.
They've witnessed happy times, sad times, horror, tragedy, sorrow, despair, excitement, and love.
They are good secret keepers.
They are always someone you can count on to talk to.
But they are just rubber.
It would be kind of weird to talk to shoes.
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