This Little Piggy 2
As he exited the store, he looked around and saw her. The girl whose feet would undoubtedly fit the shoes, considering she had pressed her old shoes against his face long enough for him to read the size while she demanded he remember the numbers, even as that smell entered his nose. Admittedly, he had had to write the size down on his wrist, but it was a necessity considering the risk associated with getting the wrong size or, God forbid, not getting a pricey enough pair. He had...