Raspblurry by Prakhar G

I notice on the shoe rack a pair of dilapidated red shoes that she loved and wore to death. Inside, the empty plate sits on the table next to an empty mug where she left them yesterday morning. That is when my wife walked out of the house.

I notice on the shoe rack a pair of dilapidated red shoes that she loved and wore to death. Inside, the empty plate sits on the table next to an empty mug where she left them yesterday morning.
That is when my wife walked out of the house.

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