When I was growing up I always thought it would be fun to be a wild woman. Unfortunately, I didn't have the looks or the personality. I was more Marion the Librarian. Then when my husband died I joined a widowed support group and after a year of intense grieving, we took up dancing. I soon noticed that many women (some wild ones) were wearing gold shoes. By then I had met my future husband and mentioned that I was going to buy some shiny shoes. He informed me in no uncertain terms that only floozies wore that type of footwear, and being the good little librarian that I was, I shelved my plan. Then, lo and behold, guess what he gave me for Christmas---GOLD SHOES. I was officially a floozy.
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