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I got rid of a pair of her shoes today. Well I say they were her shoes, but actually I don't think she ever wore them, they looked new. Her mother was always sending clothes, and she would take them to the nearly-new shop and sell them. These shoes had hand-written price tickets underneath on the sole. I guess she took them to the nearly-new shop and nobody bought them. I took them to the heart-disease charity shop and left them there.

I was never sure whether her mother knew that the clothes were sold or not. I suspect she did that because her old man would've got angry if she just sent money, so she bought clothes and sent them instead, sort of a mother and daughter conspiracy against the poor old moneybags stepfather. I don't know though. They weren't usually the sort of clothes that she liked, they were too stiff and artificial. She liked soft things, well, except when she was in a leather mood.

Nice pair of plastic-fur lined plastic boots for someone, pretty good for spring.

IN THE CHARITY SHOP AND GONE