"What's up, Doodle?"
"I was just imagination that I was on the ribber an' a lady use her powers to steal my Skechers," she said, brow crinkled.
I choke back a laugh. "Um... okay..."
"NO. Dat would NOT be okay. I would bam her," she says, eyebrows scrunched forward over her eyes.
It seems that someone has inherited her mother's love of shoes. She talked her Nona into buying these $45 beauties, and wears them with everything. She's not allowed to grow out of them until the end of the school year.
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