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Artie, disguised as the blind man again, tapped his way down the street past the Seymour house. The dark glasses that covered his eyes allowed him to see one elegantly shod foot in front of the other as he walked. His new shoes, brown for once, needed to be monitored for shine and that something extra that he didn’t have a name for but involved how the shoes looked with the rest of him. He still wasn’t sure brown was his shoe color, but he’d been caught by the pair. Well and truly caught. It was more than the detailing, though it was very nice. A sweep of leather at the heel, the smooth expanse of brown across the toes. The place to tuck a dollar...
He sighed. And the color had intrigued him, he had to admit. He wasn’t sure what Helen would think of them. She’d advised against brown t
