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She sat at her kitchen table, coffee cup in hand. The sun barely peeked out from the dark clouds, and she sighed softly. Everything was always the same. Nothing new. Nothing exciting.
She stared disconsolately at the box in front of her. Maybe it was today. Maybe today was the day it would all change.
Maybe today was the day for the bright red heels.
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