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Oh mercy, the boots. The boots on that girl. She was tiny, slender, young. But her boots... They went to the knee. They had the right number of the right buckles of the right size in the right places. They covered her beautiful, well proportioned legs and feet in attitude and raw sex. Plain black laces, far better than anything glittzy. Heels, not stiletto, not clunky, I wanted them pressing into my back. I wanted to take many, many photographs of the elegant arches. I didn't think of that girl enough already, she had to buy those boots when we were shopping...