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A Back-to-School Story in Six Acts






Epilogue: the reason that every shoe gets a size label is so that I can throw these in a larger box if I need the boot boxes.  Also the next two sizes-in-waiting don't go in a boot box, they go into a hanging shoe organizer.

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