You thank your mother and head off to work in your normal shoes.
The blue suede shoes make the commute to work easier, and you wonder what possessed you to leave the house in your chicken slippers. You aren't usually so forgetful. You retrace your morning routine in your head during the short train ride, successfully ignoring the other commuters for another day.
The morning seems awfully fuzzy still, even upon reflection, and you shake your heard to try to clear it. Maybe some coffee will lend some perspective to your out of whack morning.
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