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I used to love the summertime. It was always my favorite season. Now I hate it. As a foot, it's the time of year my owner likes to show me off. In the winter I'm at least hidden away in tights, boots and flats. The smells aren't always great but at least I could be alone.

In the summer, though... painting my nails, wearing sandals. I always feel so exposed and pathetic.

I'm stuck in the grocery store now on our way home from the office. I hope we don't go out anywhere. These wedges are killing me and I just want to be tucked under a blanket on the couch.

I can't wait for winter.

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I used to love the summertime. It was always my favorite season. Now I hate it. As a foot, it's the time of year my owner likes to show me off. In the winter I'm at least hidden away in tights, boots and flats. The smells aren't always great but at least I could be alone.

In the summer, though... painting my nails, wearing sandals. I always feel so exposed and pathetic.

I'm stuck in the grocery store now on our way home from the office. I hope we don't go out anywhere. These wedges are killing me and I just want to be tucked under a blanket on the couch.

I can't wait for winter.