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What? I can't buy shoes? I'm supposed to wear, what? Florsheim wingtips? I am not that man, never was and never will be, my dear weird friend. I am not my father, nor am I yours.
Should I just curl up in my hospital gown and booties now and prepare for my death?
Show me your shoes! I bet you don't have any shoe class at all.
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Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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