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Bright blue ones. Blue suede ones.

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He bought them for me as a gift while he was in Rome, and they were part of an emotional turning point for me.

They really are that bright; that’s an unedited iPhone photo.

Whenever I wear them, people notice them. And compliment them. Six today — two men and four women — one of them a student who audibly said, “Oh my gosh, those are awesome shoes” as I walked past her.

They ask for attention. They demand notice. They are not subtle shoes.

I am not often a subtle woman. I demand notice. I ask for attention.

He knows that.

I love them.

Today, sadly, they’re killing my bunion like they never have before. I think my foot’s getting worse. Reality is intruding into my symbol-laden fun, and I disapprove.

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