There is something about an ordinary, lonely shoe that captures the imagination of the unimaginative and forces them to spew trite metaphors three or four at a time. Why is the shoe there? But I got a big injury; I was ruined by the sharp blades. Made being the key word, of course. All rich and poor, young and old, men, women and children are interested in them.
Rich businesspeople, smart civil servants, company executives and even some students glanced took a quick look at me as they passed by my window. It was very attractive and comfortable.
After a few days, I thought he had forgotten about me and my body started to grow mould. Since that day I have been languishing experiencing long suffering here.