She’s pigeon toed.
I watch, speedwalking 20 feet behind her, as her leopard print ballet slippers plod one after the other, slightly awkward with the angle at which they turn in. And though I have known this for quiet sometime, it does not stop me from feeling mildly surprising each time I see her. It plays [...]
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