Like an old pair of shoes

Last night I wanted to wear my pink slippers but I couldn't find them. So, I was forced to wear my white Little Mary slippers. As soon as I put them on, "Mata Hari" started playing through my head and hasn't stopped since. I guess it's pretty fitting, since lately I feel like I have been acting like Mata Hari-I'm just not as extreme as she once was.

She was a spy by trade, you know...