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FMP’s here we all come. Let’s sit down and put them on. These are way too good to resist. Charge them before they are gone. 3-5” heels work the best. When on, they look really “hot”. I’m sure if I cannot walk. I’ll just stand in one spot. Watch all the women as they stare. Drooling with envy for my shoes. That’s just too bad, they are mine. If you move to slow you lose. At the end of the day, my poor feet really need a rest. A good massage, some Epson salts, for my feet to feel their best. Another day, more high heels. This is just what us ladies do. We can never have too many, that’s why I know I rule.
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