The sandals are shit. The strappy straps don't stay strapped. They are going back to the shop tomorrow.
I was right
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by Suw on May 27, 2005
The sandals are shit. The strappy straps don't stay strapped. They are going back to the shop tomorrow.
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I say you go back and make them order the sandals you want. Kick some ass and get new shoes.
You want to have words with Her Maj. She's a champion shoe-buyer. Her and Tori Amos manage to keep several small asian economies going between them.
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