dear rubber boots
i miss you today.
do you miss me?
or are you like regular rubber boots and so incapable of human emotion? yeah i didn’t think so. i knew there was something special there. i felt it in the lining.
hang tight at home all alone, rubber boots.
if you get hungry, make yourself a sandwich. if you take a nap, i hope you dream of traipsing around outdoors on my feet. and if you feel alone, know i’m dreaming that same dream here at work.
love,
jenn
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