Not a quarter, not a whole... just somewhere in between.
Trivial priorities or transcendental relationship with shoes? Insane or Genius? This kind o doubts drive me crazy, I can't solve them.
He is my neighbor and I'll solve it for you: Trivial priorities--insane. May he never come across this post.
Ironic... you solve it for me with neighbourly treachery and now I'll be able to sleep tonight, and may be you won't. Life's unfair for everybody, except shoe lovers.
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