For all through the day and well into night, Sheena lived a deadened existence.
Her hours were spent in the kitchen, or at the lone factor five kilometres away that she tredged barefoot, barely escaping the wrath of knee high jagged edges long thorny stalks and reptilians of all shapes, sizes and venomous inclination.
Once there, she sweated it out in an underground basement that was sans ventilation and so full of squalor that the putrid air would make her retch all every other hour.
All this to help fashion picture perfect shoes that would land up as prized fashion pieces and ultimately adorn the dainty feet of upper crust society ladies.

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