Ink
Goes with everything. Obviously.
She bought them. We laughed. Then nobody gave them back.

Yes, these ones. Exactly. Grandma bought them. We laughed. Then we tried them. Mum, sister, cousin, and me. One pair. Too many feet. And nobody wanted to give them back. Which was annoying. So, what the hell were these?

Goes with everything. Obviously.
Quietly doing the most.
Touch grass.
Warmer than necessary.
Serious slipper business.
Not trying to blend in.
FAIR.
WE HAVEN’T MADE
ONE YET EITHER.
LET’S FIX THAT.







Everyone’s trying to elevate.
We went lower.
Come back down to earth.
Feel at home.

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