Portia's trying to get to her friends house and on the way she whines about how sore her feet are, walking in her wooden tan heeled sandels. She stops on the steps of the metal bridge and complains about how much she wishes she had "someone" to rub her sore and achey feet. She stops and takes her shoes off and rubs each foot one at a time. Afterwards she decides to finaly get up and continue to walk along the hard metal bridge dispite how much it hurts her feet at the time. She walks slowly, whining the whole time as she makes her way down the bridge and finally gets to other side and continue...
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Portia's trying to get to her friends house and on the way she whines about how sore her feet are, walking in her wooden tan heeled sandels. She stops on the steps of the metal bridge and complains about how much she wishes she had "someone" to rub her sore and achey feet. She stops and takes her shoes off and rubs each foot one at a time. Afterwards she decides to finaly get up and continue to walk along the hard metal bridge dispite how much it hurts her feet at the time. She walks slowly, whining the whole time as she makes her way down the bridge and finally gets to other side and continue...