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    Footwork

    When I was many years younger, I used to walk everywhere. Partly because it was how I burned all of my adolescent angst and partly because I was far too wild and irresponsible to spend my money on something like a┬ácar when I could use it to host parties at my flat instead. I was the skinniest slip of a thing, with a shaved head and a bad attitude and not a care for anything beyond what adventure there was to be had next. And I would walk there, with my tiny (size 3) bare feet, as careless about callouses or the state of my toenails as I was about…