New shoes

I like my shoes. Brown and sneaker-like. They’re new and soft. I like them just fine.
When they walk, they roll. The laces are perfectly flat, as the nose of each shoe pokes out from the cuff of my pants. I like them.
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It’s a good way to start a day, that’s what Jack thought.
He took a deep breath, straightened his back and walked brighter into the morning with an easier grip on his backpack.
Sunshine poked through the many maple leaves of the roadway’s trees. The air was crisp with the smell of spring. A light breeze nipped Jack’s ears, but a hint in the air foretold of a warm, pleasant day.
Birds were tweeting their hearts out, parents drove with importance and all Jack could do was smile in stride.