Poor thing. She accepted her mother's invitation to play tennis and ended up with a savage attack of athlete's foot. She had no hint of what she was in for. The next two weeks were hell; limping through cheerleading practices, trying to find shoes that didn't set her hot, tender soles on fire, daydreaming about the next opportunity to be alone with a cooling bottle of Absorbine Jr. pressing into her toes. Then came the off and on lifetime battle against the flare ups.
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