It's All Relative. Or is it?
May 1st 2012 I managed just fine in those black heels. By "manage" I mean I tolerated walking a whole five city blocks in them without twisting my ankle. I finally told Jeremy we should take a taxi the rest of the way to the theater. It was cold and windy; he obliged. I held a cup of hot coffee close to my body and shuffled into the theater. "No outside drinks allowed" so I stood in the foyer, nursing my coffe
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