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SHOES, SHOES, SHOES
So, I found myself escaping from the heat by ducking into an air-conditioned store at lunchtime. And, as it's rude -- downright BAD MANNERS, even -- to walk into a store and not buy anything, I had to buy a pair of shoes or two. So anyway, the shoe guy at this swanky (and pleasantly air-condidtioned) store was a dead ringer for Hugh Jackman (who I find pretty easy on the eyes, iykwIm), and even had the Australian accent! He was trying to convince me to buy this other pair of shoes that cost more than I wanted to spend, and had it not been for his unruly chest hair that was unabashedly unfurling from his collar that had one-button-too-many undone, I probably would have succumbed.
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