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I slipped my bare foot into your boot today. Nudged my toes forward so they would fall into the grooves left by yours. Left my other bare foot on the carpeted floor so I could squeeze the fibers with my free toes. When you were here, you would ponder what to wear with these boots. I lifted my boot covered foot and felt the realness of the boot in its weight. When you were here, you would stick your hand in that boot and hold it up, knock the outside proudly and tell me about your father who used to wear these boots.