The Umbrella Story
It all started a few days ago. I badly needed a pair of shoes. While my heart and my feet complained all the time about how I deserved another pair, my pocket would scream at me and bring me back to my senses. "You need to save, and I already feel like an anorexic : all empty and week", my purse would say, each time even the thought of new shoes crossed my mind.
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