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One of my first calls was to a very prosperous farming family living on the edge of town. Before my visit, I had been playing with a group of barefoot children in the street, during which I had chalked some words on the sole of my shoe. Forgetful of this, I drove up to a luxurious farmhouse and was graciously ushered into a beautiful lounge by the lady of the household.
Lowering myself into a comfortable settee opposite her, without thinking, I crossed my legs. There, revealed in all its glory on the sole of my shoe, not six feet from her astonished gaze, was my chalk inscription.
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