A Tale

I went searching for them, the glossy black ones. I yearned for the comfort they would afford me as they served as a barrier, preventing me from exposing too much of myself to the world. Their high black smoothness would hide me like no other could while helping me with the fantasy.

I saw them, sitting high on a shelf surrounded by other eye-catching extreme fashion statements. As I reached for the pair that would do, it was as if they could read my intent from my bright eyes and fairly leaned out toward my outstretched hands. I gently set them on the desk and paid the high price for my dreams. Now, as I walk out with them in my cozy grip, I start to quiver with anticipation....

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That's right...MUDDERS!