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Bobby wasn't a particularly mature looking young man. Even less so when he screwed up his face in a pout. In fact, he looked much like he did as a five year old having a tantrum.
"I don't want to buy new shoes. I like my sneakers. They're comfortable." He poked at some ridiculously high-heeled things on a shelf next to him. How girls teetered about in these he'd never know. "I don't care if she wears them too." Jesus, what if someone stepped on your feet dancing in THOSE?
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