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I have always wanted my own Dr Martens, but my
parents thought they were to expensive and nazi….Then one day, a
man came to my house… He said his name was God and that I was the
choosen one." I want you to have my old shoes," he said…and I was
like "OMG thank you sooo much!"
And thats an almost a true story….
Story published by Démode on Thursday, August 12, 2010
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