She must have pulled all the shoes out of the basket to start over about 10 times, but she had to get it just perfect. She needed each shoe together with its match and she kept checking to see what shoe would fit best in the space. Perhaps she will inherit my packing skills (I don't like to toot my own horn, but I am fairly good at making everything fit, no matter the space).
At this point she had about 1/2 the shoes in the basket.
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its just in the bishop genes. we're good packers.
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