I could tell one of his shoes in a million.

Then a man behind a table of children's running shoes called out to her.

He knew now why she'd made him think of shoes.

They had a picture of the shoe found at the site.

He had found only one of his shoes, she realized.

Still, you can tell it was a successful party by the number of shoes.

The blood moved around either side of my left shoe.

What on earth do you want a pair of my shoes for?

The next day he managed to find one of his shoes.

The best I can do is find a pair of boy's shoes.