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| "Summertime is here, that's when I wear sandals only. He used to love the way I looked in open toe shoes, he says it made my feet look sexy, but now, behind closed doors the love affair with my feet is over. It seems that the more I wore sandals the more he liked it, but the harder and rougher my feet became, the more he began to ignore them. What a merry-go-round ride I took with him
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| "My husband demanded that I wear socks to bed. He claimed that for years he's been waking up with unexplained scratches on his legs and thighs. Finally, he awoke to catch my heel rubbing and digging into his upper thigh, it left a small welt. My feet were assaulting my husband! Shall I tell you how it killed my love life?, until there was..." |
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| "I should invest in a panty hose company. I wore out about a pair and a half a day. At first I blamed the cheap stockings, but when I visited the last panty hose store I shared my frustration with another customer. She asked to see my heels. After seeing my "bear claws," she told me to I should go ahead and invest in that panty hose stock, because I would continue to kill my stockings off until I fix the rough heels of my feet. She was right, those stockings kept running, until there was..." |
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| "We live in the Southwest. This desert life killed my feet! They changed right before my eyes. Not only did it dry up my feet, but it murdered my love life. My husband say's my feet are growing scales, he calls them "LizardFeet," until there was..." |
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