My sandals are beautiful, just now magic. I tried to do lots of walking
in them and now I have painful blisters and I can’t get home with all my
groceries. Worse yet, I have a sheet of moleskin in my purse but have to
scissors to cut it with. I am powerless. So I wait for the bus, toes
shrinking back into the shoe like turtles receeding into their shell.
I love you but you are hurting me
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