Sitting smack dab in the middle of the page, Happy Footsie stares at you, saying nothing. You get the impression that he wants you to think about what you’ve done, about all that effort you put in over the past year of your life, and what you could have accomplished had you not spent so much of your finite time on this planet running around. You ask yourself, “What have I done?” as you stare back at Footsie, hoping he’ll say something, anything, even if he slips into his Tremendous Form again… but lo, he does not. Footsie the Running Shoe simply looks back at you from the page, his stare unblinking, his soul blacker than the ink he was printed in, his smile without a shred of mercy.
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