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[mightbeconcussed]

[Lucy is sitting on the floor in her closet surrounded by high heels and shoe boxes. She looks practically blissful. She's wearing a silk robe and has her hair pulled up. She's actually feeling better than she has in weeks.]

Thank Bear Bryant that my shoes are back. They're all back, they're shiny, they're pretty and they're awesome sauce. You know, I used to have a thing for Cinderella. I bet I had six pairs of clear plastic heels but real glass slippers, not all they're cracked up to be.

Literally. With the cracking. I lost a pair of Loubs that way.

[Cue dramatic sigh.] May they rest in peace.

Comments

[totallyinaband]

Good to see you're okay, Luce.

[mightbeconcussed]

I spent a lot of time breathing on glass and then drawing on it.

I'm glad you're okay too, Stephen.

[totallyinaband]

So should I expect a shoe funeral service scheduled soon?

[mightbeconcussed]

A wake. They're more fun and my shoes will appreciate it more.

[totallyinaband]

Should I bring nacho dip?

[mightbeconcussed]

I've got chips.

[totallyinaband]

I think we have a date.

[mightbeconcussed]

Best offer I've had in weeks so not complaining.

[valentineluke]

At least there wasn't pumpkin disposal and mice dismissal involved.

[mightbeconcussed]

If there had been a mouse, I would have asked you to come kill and dismiss it while I stood on the island in the kitchen with my eyes closed and my fingers in my ears like any good Southern belle.