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I know you have been abused and mistreated, but could you please do your job of keeping my leg ON TOP of my foot? I am really tired of you throwing me down at odd and random moments. I do not enjoy scrapping my knees, bruising my legs, and hurling against the concrete.
Forever yours,
Brandee 7-29-10
Dear rogue joint called ankle,
You and your weak ways have been changed. This marvel of fashion on my foot could poosibly be the end of your failing ways. I shall wear it knowing that you, dear ankle, may continue in these failing ways and this fashion gem shall hopefully keep me upright.
Confidently Standing,
Brandee 7-30-10
