Because walking down the hall to work, I realized I didn't do that thing where you mismatch socks.
I wasn't wearing socks.
But I mismatched my shoes.
True story.
One ballet flat.
One black sandal.
*sigh*
And now?
I'm barefoot. Until it is time to slink out of the building and go home.
Straight home.
No stops on the way.
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