theresia had been wearing heels for almost as long as they had been in fashion for women. she was good at running in them, but even she had her off days. she was not sure how it had happened exactly but she was sitting on the fountain’s edging, her head leaning against her knees. ‘ ‘ ---hate to bother you, sunshine, ’ ’ she sighed as she looked up, ‘ ‘ but is your arm long enough to fish my shoe out of the fountain? if it’s not, i’ll have to go for a swim. ’ ’
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