There weren’t many people on the street at this hour, only a few trucks and taxis scattered around the street, and a few strangers getting their first cup of coffee like me. It was April in New York. Not a particularly pretty April, either. Dirty wet streets and an assortment of sidewalk grates dictated my morning attire: a pair of magenta yoga pants and a grey cashmere sweatshirt. My long brown hair was in ponytails under a faded Louis Vuitton bucket hat I’d bought from a street fair in Paris. It was a far cry from a fashion statement, but considering it was six-thirty in the morning, I figured nobody would notice. I was looking forward to spring: spring weather, spring fashion, spring shoes. Maybe that’s why I was so drawn to the shoes on the side of the street. Really, I was just being helpful.A stack of pristine white boxes sat on the curb. The top box had fallen off the stack and lay on its side. One shoe had fallen out from between layers of milky white tissue paper printed with the words Put Spring in Your Step in opaque white letters.
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