Shoe

Shoe sits at the bar, cigar in hand, half-empty beer in front of him.
"Exactly where is this relationship going?" he demands, glaring.

"We're in a relationship?" asks the bird-woman beside him, glumly.
Shoe sadly switches his cigar to his other hand.

"I just thought you were stalking me." says the bird-woman, matter-of-factly.
Switching his cigar back to his left hand, Shoe leans toward the woman as though about to respond, but says nothing.

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