When I was a teenager, I had a pair of red shoes with six inch high heels. I loved them and wore them on every conceivable occasion. Unfortunately I towered over all the boys and none of them wanted to go out with me or dance with me. In the end, I gave them away to Mum's friend. A few days later, we were told that she had fallen and sprained her ankle while wearing my shoes. We heard no more of the shoes after that. To this day I wonder what fate had befallen my red shoes.
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