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It didn’t swell up right away, so hardheaded me decided to hobble around to finnish up moving all the garage sale stuff to the garage. Then I realized I was late meeting friend’s for a movie and scurried out the door.

We were walking out of the movie, and I said “my toe feels like an abused grape.” I looked down and it was fatter than ussual, and turning black. Joy of joys.

Here’s a lovely picture of the injured party.:

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