Michael eases my sock off. “Holy fucking shit!” he says, which is pretty much the same words I would use to describe it. I lift my head to look. “That’s nothing,” I tell him. “You should’ve seen it before I took the bad parts off.” “The bad parts?” “Yeah,” I say, reaching for the bag with what’s left of my foot inside. “These bits.” I lift it for him to see, and he covers his mouth and looks away real quick, taking a minute to compose himself. Then he lifts my heel gently, turning my foot to see the damage from all angles. “You took this off?” Michael asks. “Yeah,” I say, lying my head down as
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