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Friday, May 11, 2012

My dear toe

This little piggy had no roast beef so he decided to commit suicide!

AKA the toe next to my pinky toe on my right foot is broken. No running. No kicking. No jumping. No joy.
Just kidding, there's more to life. Like food.
Typed up by Isabel at 11:44 AM

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