My feet are freaking out. They haven't been subjected to several hours encased in unbreatheable nylon in several years, and they don't really get why they have to put up with it now. "Suck it up," I say. "Play the part, don't complain, and everyone will be happy." In protest, the nerves in my right big toe went on strike. "Fuck you," they say
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