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Carl was my hero and role model...I remember one evening when we were on holiday. I must have been about ten years old. He found me in a bar dancing shirtless on the stage with a cigarette in my hand...When I think back on that incident now I can only wonder what he himself was doing at the bar...I may have been only ten at the time, but that would have made him twelve.

...Aimee, our sister was born...From Birth I was spellbound by her feet and kept kissing them.

I realise that it may strike the reader as odd, but the thought that I could wear the same shoes for a hundred days in a row and they would still smell new tickles me silly even now. I consider it one of the advantages of not having any feet.