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P.A.O

It was after one o’clock in the afternoon.  He passed my desk and my attention was snared by something not quite right.   “Phil?” I called after him.  “What’s up?” He turned back.  “Do you know that you’re wearing odd shoes?”  He looked down at his feet.  One grey boot and one brown.  He laughed.… Continue reading P.A.O