Men in big, bulky, thick-soled leather shoes have this HIGH affinity towards my feet.
Now I've a nail-less little left toe. It's bloody and it hurts.
ARGH.
The next person who steps on it will get something from me. It's a promise.
Mixture of Melodies in my heart. Waltzing to the harmonious tune, naffing about in a tutu. Phillipians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strenghteneth me.
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