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"I asked you if you like my feet. And don't give me any bull about you not really noticing them that much, or only looking at them 'a little'. Let's both accept that your eyes were locked on my feet and move on, shall we? Now...do you like my feet?" "Yes....they're beautiful." I couldn't believe I said that, and I felt like a complete idiot. As soon as I said it, I prepared for her peals of laughter and a string of derogatory remarks. They never came.