Blood at Old Navy

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I wandered through the pride parade to get to the bus station, which of course took me a good two hours at least. Then I missed the bus. So I went to the eaton’s centre to kill time, and someone walked into me at Old Navy and tore off half my toenail with her shoe. (Big toe.) She didn’t even turn around when I screamed. And it bled and bled and bled..the staff thought I should go to the hospital, it was very ugly. Now it’s all wrapped up in gauze and I’m scared to look at it. have I mentioned my lack of a pain threshold?

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