On the outside, with the wrecked stool I've just fixed.
I don't like the dirt from the streets inside.
It makes me feel like there's more than it should be with me.
I always feel this way, but when dirty shoes come inside my house, it makes the feeling grow and grow, like I can't stand so much at once.
I can't carry the televisions, streets, pollution, work, children, dinners with the family, discussions with the boss, fights with husband, door bell ringing, telephone ringing, interphone ringing.
I can't stand it. I need all this to be outside, glued in my old brown shoes.
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