Your dads boots stand tall next to Chet’s. One day you saw a bug crawl in one and never saw it come out. You wondered it if died from the smell, or many got trapped and your dad crushed it when he wore them the next time. OR maybe it’s still in there. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you climb the laces like a rope ladder. Once you make it to the top you peer down into the dimly lit interior. The smell of worn leather and sweaty socks wafts up from inside. Your eyes water slightly.
Just then you hear a noise.
Someone is coming ! You are startled and loose you grip falling down into the boot. You hit the still cushiony insole with a light tap and bounce.
Your now trapped like the bug you were remembering earlier.
As you look up you see the awesomely huge figure of your dad. He’s standing next to the boots by the refrigerator.
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