[And because she's sooo slow, he's already digging for any red footwear in the pile even before she finished her description, mostly because he remembers her wearing red boots before she went home. Red's an obvious color, so he got a number of them out in just a few minutes (experience in scavenging in a trash heap's real useful for stuff like this). And now that he's armed with the proper description, he tosses the obviously wrong ones back.
Sneakers. Loafers. Strappy sandals. Rain boots. Weirdass rubber clogs with a dumbass-looking crocodile on it. And--
Hmmm.]
Uh, it's not exactly like what you said, but will this do? [He holds out this pair of boots.]
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Sneakers. Loafers. Strappy sandals. Rain boots. Weirdass rubber clogs with a dumbass-looking crocodile on it. And--
Hmmm.]
Uh, it's not exactly like what you said, but will this do? [He holds out this pair of boots.]