Twenty Years Ago on FITK The sandals of my life, I guess, have met the hot summer asphalt of adulthood… all warm and gunky, trapping my shoes, leaving me either stuck there in my melting sandals... or running out and burning the pads off the bottoms of my feet as I search out some kind of shade.ah.Mixed metaphors and manic hyperbole, as I try to distract myself. But I’m left with no distraction
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