Jessi Ford
Jul 28, 2017 · 3 min read

While standing in the book section of the local Goodwill, I was scanning the shelves, waiting for something interesting to catch my eye. Then after a few moments, I had realized that my focus was no longer on the books, but the sound of high heels clacking back and forth in the aisle beside me.

“Click, clack” again. And again.

As I started moving along to the next aisle, I just had to peek around the corner to find out who was making this sound. To my…

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