my feet are crying

I could do three things right now:
1. go to the mall and return a shirt
2. go for a run
3. make dinner.
I need to do at least one of the three, but my feet are fucking screaming at me from those damn red wedges that looked so cute with my black and white outfit today. SHIT, son, I need some asprin. Then let's face it, probably a nap.

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