The Caring Oliver

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"You look. . . comfortable," Oliver snickers as he looks my body from head to toe.  "I am," I suggest as I gently pull on my pant leg to show how they stretch.  He furrows his eyebrows as he looks at my bare feet. "Didn't Raphael tell you to wear shoes?" His comment catches me off-guard, "Yeah?" I wiggle my toes, glancing down at them. I don't mind my feet how they are, even if it causes me issues down the line, so I don't see a purpose in wearing them inside. However, wearing shoes outside is something different, though; I'm definitely going to start doing that, but only a crazy person wears shoes inside. "Then don't you think you should be wearing something on those feet, per the doctor's orders?" "I mean- I don't see a purpose to wear them?" I say with a shrug, observing his appe

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