Today you will work alone! Yes, I know: usually five of you clean my shoes. Unfortunately, your
colleagues no longer exist. Maybe there's something left of them under my flip-flops... a strip of
skin, a few hairs. But, apart from that, they no longer exist.
I can't stand superficiality. I ordered those sweat prints to disappear and found them identical. I
think you're my best bootlicker, so I don't think you needs help. You will clean both sandals!
If you disappoint me, I'll put you in my ass!