Wiggling her toes, Coraline sighed loudly as she pulled her feet free from her boots. The boots were bright yellow with neon orange and lime green spots on them. Coraline loved her wellington boots but she also knew she was nearly thirteen years old. That meant she was practically grown up. And grown ups didn't get to wear fun and comfortable shoes
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"You know, there's nothing wrong with tennis shoes," he points out as he takes her hand and attempts to pull her back to her feet.
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"But older girls wear heels, not tennis shoes and I'm practically grown up now. I mean, I am twelve." Coraline said simply, holding his hands as he pulled her to her feet. Cain had told her not until she was older could she wear make up or heels but she was older now and he wasn't here anymore. Besides she wanted to look pretty. "And they make me look pretty."
Coraline staggered in them, holding onto Mister Nixon for dear life before she steadied in them. "I just have to learn how to walk proper."
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All that said, he knows Coraline well enough to understand how stubborn she can be, and how stubborn preteen girls can be in general. "What if we found you some with a lower heel, but were still pretty?" Not that he has any idea of how they'd do that.
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Except for that book about her. That book was just mean.
"Do you think that would help? Like training heels?" Coraline asked curiously.
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As much as he hates the idea of Coraline ever working her way up to what she's got on now, he nonetheless knows how stubborn she can be. If he can't dissuade her from it entirely, at least he can slow her down a little.
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