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		<title>I wear a pair of Sperry Gold Cup sandals (without) socks when I entertain patients.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[One day a male patient about my age sat up as I started playing, and said, &#8220;I love those shoes.&#8221; He made me take them off for his inspection and commented on how cool they were. His daughter sat at his bedside and explained how her dad had always had a thing for shoes. I [...]]]></description>
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