A Hundred Shoes
A classmate would always brag about her hundred shoes. I doubt. She would go to school with her feet slipped on the same shoes everyday – old and dirty.
A week of absence made us pay her a visit. On their door, hung a black cloth and guilty of eavesdropping, “The old man gave up the battle without having sold even just a pair.”
There and then I knew what my classmate says is true.
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