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“Before I knew it, I was immersed in my crackly toes, obsessed with pruning
all the dead skin from my feet, and, most weirdly, loving the juicy odor and
slime and outright rot that I’d cultivated. I felt like a farmer harvesting the
crop that he’d fought all summer to grow. I was yanking flecks of skin, rolling
them into little me-meatballs, and flicking them into the toilet. Splish.
Splish. Splish. Splash—went the big one rolled from my left little toe.” –
what the
hell?