No.138. Wedding Boots. Having had nothing whatsoever to do for a few moments last Thursday afternoon, he leafed through a few olfactorily oppressive pages of Fashion magazine and, dizzy from the combined fragrances secreted therein, found himself absurdly smitten by this gigantic pair of mirrored boots resting, constellation-like, on one of the magazine's perfumed pages. Two good friends were going to be married in a few weeks, and now he desperately wanted to give them each a pair of these evanescent Wedding Boots as a present. Seven League Boots for Honeymooners. The only difficulty was, he had no idea at all how to go about making them. What he needed was a celestial cobbler..

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