The shoe is on. Blue is best, but not always. Heels break off barely, often, and always too soon. Step on it. Toe the line, the thin line, a line like a shoelace, or maybe a thread.
Bear:
Running down hills. You could trip or climb trees, and you will always do both when the moment is right. Teeth bared sharper, scent stronger. You will see one on a TV screen tomorrow and will not recognize it, not there. It does not belong behind glass. You of all people can attest to this. "Fake!", you cry.
Face:
There are many faces, facets. A terrible thing to waste, really. You do not find your real one until you are 30, but if it takes you much longer than 35 you are in the deep end now.
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