Notes: Written for laylee.
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He slept in his skates once, but he woke up with cuts on his legs and decided that wasn't such a great idea. After that they stood by his bed, and when he woke up in the mornings he'd always trip over them. But he never moved them.
Those skates told stories, if you looked at them hard enough. Stories about getting dents in the heels, cuts along the sides, blood stains in the lining.
The last story they told was of being thrown through a plate glass window and shoved into a box.
No one ever heard that one.