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Dernière publication jeu., janv. 5, 2017
they met in the local laundromat on Staler's Street. Michael James Way was tall. Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz the third was short. the tall one was talkative. the short one was not. the short one wanted a new start, the tall one wanted a new friend.
"what's your name?" asked the tall one.
the short one gazed down at his dirty, beaten shoes. he hesitated to push words through his lips. he acted quick and stole his shoe's identity.
"my name...is Chuck Taylor."
this was the start of a new life, a new friend, and the purchase of brand-new shoes.
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