I inherited my mother’s dry heels. In sandal season they crack and then bleed, especially when I run. It’s a shame because I quite like my feet, they’re pretty in open-toed shoes. I’d walk around London barefoot all summer if it wasn't for all the vomit and broken glass and my mother’s cracked heels.
My whole adult life I’ve been waging silent war on th…
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