These are not my flip flops. They look an awful lot like mine. The same brand. Same size, give or take. Same worn in foot impressions. Just not my foot impressions. They are different too. Mine are black, these are green. My straps are fabric, these straps are plastic. That is my rug. It sits at my front door, where my flip flops usually sit.
Did you - stumbling out of my apartment Saturday night, drunk, tired, trying to make your way home - climb into my flip flops? Trade ya?
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You seem to have difficulties with holding on to your flip flops.
I had forgotten that someone stole my flip flops at soccer. To be fair, that person left me no substitute, while this person has.
An oversight.
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