The year is 1986. I am 15 and in high school. My best friend Hermine and I are cycling home from school. From a distance, I see a shoe lying in the middle of the intersection. It's an lady's shoe, quite elegant, with a kitten heel and it's lying on its left side. Looking forlorn and lonely and ready to be destroyed. By a truck, a car or a bicyle. By me! I steer my bicycle away from the side of the road and cycle in the direction of the shoe. There is no traffic nearby, so I have a clear path towards the shoe. My friend is looking at me curiously. I wave a giggle. I see her giggling back at me. She knows what I am up to. She is my best friend. She knows I am going to destroy the shoe. The closer I get to the shoe, the harder I laugh. How silly the shoe looks! Lying there, all pretty and perfect, unscathed, useless, in the middle of the road. I look at my friend again. She is not looking at me anymore. She is looking at something. Or someone. I follow her gaze and just as I ride over the shoe (Kill, kill, kill kitten heel!) I see a girl on a bike, cycling towards me, with a look of horror on her face. She is wearing one shoe.

Whoa, whoa, get out the way

Whoa, whoa, get out the way with that good innoimatrof.

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