… or something. I’ll be here, on strike.
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In those days, one of the hardest things to come by was a good pair of boots. Boots were carefully and painstakingly hand made of relatively rare materials. They were meant to last for years, re-soled now and then, re-heeled a bit more often. I myself barely remember, as a child, bringing the family shoes to the cobbler for new heels, or perhaps bringing them back home, acting as a tiny courier and not having to bring any money for the work being done since it was put on an account. But back in those days … long before my time or even my father’s time … boots were even more rare and a person of modest means was likely to own perhaps six pairs in a whole lifetime.

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