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Foreman sat in the chair, staring at his feet in the exact same manner he had been doing for the past half an hour, with the exact same thought running through his mind.
Shoes were just shoes. They were comfortable shoes; necessary when running around all day performing lab tests and talking to patients. It wasn't as if he were wearing slippers, thigh-high leather boots or sparkling green dancing shoes; they were just gym shoes.
But they were also his shoes. And he wasn't keen on anything that connected them together.
He stood up, looking at the shoes laid in front of him. If he didn't make a decision soon he's be late for work. He tugged on an old pair of smart brown work boots. They were too tight and not in the least bit comfortable…
Which was good. He wasn't keen on anything that connected them together.