Ow. About two hours before work ended today, my right ankle started to rebel against me. I don't recall spraining it, twisting it, or even bruising it on anything, but it began to hurt badly all the same. With every step it worsened, until at last it felt like the devil himself were chewing on it with his long, yellowish, razor-sharp, minty-fresh
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