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Ten Toes
12017-11-11T12:00:22-08:00Leah Fox8a2b12c275586b82398d04c0610668f4dffd63c4254231plain2017-11-11T12:00:22-08:00Leah Fox8a2b12c275586b82398d04c0610668f4dffd63c4God, I hate my toes. I think that most people pay little attention to the small falanges responsible for keeping our balance. I am not most people. My toes are long and pale. Unlike my friends, with their delicate stubs, I am able to flex and bend them like tiny fingers. And I hate it. They make me feel like a monster that crawled out of the depths of some swamp. My parents think I’m ridiculous for thinking this way, but I know the truth.