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The sort of blister that you've had since the beginning of summer because, for all of the intelligence you're told you have, you can't seem to get it into your head that if you just stopped wearing that pair of flipflops...
And when you, the least shoe-shoppingest girl you can think of, fall in love with a pair of very hippy-esque clogs... only to find out that they have neither your size, the one below, or the one above. How hard can it be to track down a 7 1/2?
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