You were in a pair of flip flops. Truth be told, these weren't the worst pair of shoes to be stuck on; at least the foot smell wouldn't be trapped with you!
"Put your shoes on, Sarah!" Her mother said, "you don't know how dirty the floors are! You can take them off again in the locker room. Now hurry! We're going to be late for your swim class!"
You yelled as Sarah's dirty foot hovered above you. You scrambled to the front of the toe strap, as it inserted. Sure, it smelled, being between her toes, but not as much as it would if it was a closed shoe.
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