She had the carpet for years and didn't ever really pay attention to it. It got kicked around, blown in the wind. It took tracks off of shoes, mud off of feet and never complained. The hard winters had made the deep, vibrant red go pink with age. Now, it just looks threadbare, worn, tired. If anyone ever empathisized with a carpet, she was a good candidate. A lot of feet had been around, stepped around, maybe even stayed for awhile. But it'd be nice if a set of feet just stepped over or around the carpet. Or even better, took notice of it.
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