You look down at the grass, where Shaun seems to be reaching. For a second you think he's actually going to put you down and let you go but then you see his Converse sneaker sitting there, empty and you know you're getting put inside.
Shaun's sneaker looks like the footwear of any true punk-emo boy. It's tattered, ratty and dirty, peeling in some places and the inside looks so worn that he must have been sweating into these for years.
You hit the sole and realise it's still wet from Shaun's foot sweat. You open your mouth to scream but before you can you're covered by Shaun's..
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