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The aroma of new leather permeated the atmosphere as he strolled by lines of heels and boots, looking for something that felt suitable.
He recalled earlier at the café, thinking about how red and sore Kayla’s feet appeared in those old shoes she constantly wore. He felt a slight tightening in his jaw at the recollection. She merited more—something cozy and functional, yet still fashionable enough to fit her.
His gaze fell upon a pair of silver ballet flats placed on a lower shelf. They were straightforward yet refined, featuring a subtle shine that reflected the light without being overly ostentatious.
Excellent.
He gathered them, sliding his thumb across the smooth material. They appeared c
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