I found a pair of Timberland boots on the street several years ago - old and a bit worse for wear, but serviceable.
A campfire during a recent camping trip melted the soles right off of them, and so, after many years of good use, I put them out on the stoop for the tide of material goods that routinely takes boxes of books and other objects off our hands to carry them away.
Three days later, they are still there.
“Nobody wants your boots, Scott,” Katie says with finality as we come home from the grocery store to find them, still perched where I left them.
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