He looked from the grey running shoes with red piping and matching paint drips to the faux croc sandals in gator green. He put the toe from his right foot into the opening of his left sock, preparing an evacuation from the surely pungent articles, but then thought twice and brutally stuffed his feet back into the still tied shoes. It would have been extraordinarily easy for him to untie the shoes and slide his feet in as he had been practicing the task for the last 32 years. Dan was the sort that seemed to enjoy making things difficult for himself though, so he ground his feet into the once nice reeboks, decreasing both their monetary and practical value just a bit more than was really necessary. If only he had untied his shoes when he took them off, he wouldn't be in this predicament. "Curse you, past Dan", Dan thought. He stepped outside, closing the locked door behind him then checking his pocket for his keys. I warned you that he was a bit of a trainwreck, didn...
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