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| For 30 long years, born to be planted into the storage floor, I feel only when those females show themselves up here for their storage works. Needless to say, they give me occasional kicks or tramples, without knowing what they are doing. Anyway, they do not recognize my existence. I eagerly wish to help their works but I have no way to move. Tight and cramped am I ? No, not at all! I am rather happy here. I have come as far as that i can identify each of them only by listening to their footsteps. Their wet boots even let me know the rainy weather outside. Their boots are enough soiled from daily and continuous use. Wet leather smells much more than you may imagine. Is there anyone who wants to take my place? |
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