Barry was in the bathroom for the second time that morning, clawing at the burning red itch at the top of his feet.
He wished he could afford a new, comfortable pair of shoes. But that was beyond his salary. These shoes were the only ones he owned.
He put the shoes back on and went back to work. His feet began to itch almost right away. Was this his life now? Miserable dead-end job and itchy shoes from now until the end?
When he died six months later, they only had one pair of shoes to bury him in.
— Matt Holland
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