A young man was expecting a baby. The minute he found out he went out to find a gift. He came across pink satin shoes that he knew would catch anybody's eye on his wonderful baby's little feet. He bought them with the last little money he had and took off urgent to get to the hospital before she was born. What he found in the hospital was his dead wife and a near death daughter. He took her home for her last hours and held her in his big strong arms. He prayed. He pleaded. He begged. He negotiated. He mostly cried. He woke up the next morning to find his baby girl stiff on top of his chest. He cried harder. He pleaded, he begged, he negotiated harder. He set up a table outside, scribbled something across the paper and packed his bags before he took off. The paper read:
For Sale: Baby shoes. Never Worn.
He was found later crashed into a small bridge in a rural area. He appeared distressed with lots of shoes in his car. Never Worn.
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