So, I Bought Hemingway’s Baby Shoes
The tale is attributed to him the most hence the credit.
So, I bought Ernest Hemingway’s shoes. Not for me silly. For my daughter. She’s a year old and she loves wearing them. She calls me.
“Daddyyyy!”
I walk over to her and scoop her into my arms. I feel her weight and warmth. She is a bundle of brightness. A product of love, she is well worth the shoes. She kicks them and I hunt them down with one arm. The other cradling her with care. I want her mother at home.
Since they were never worn, they are in perfect condition. The same way that her condition is, too.
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