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Six Pairs of Thick Gray Socks Saved My White House on Elm Street

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I had five days until the state examiner arrived at my door.

On Tuesday morning, I walked the four blocks to Dr. Albert’s office with a quick, even stride. The pavement was dusted with dry frost, but the rubber grips on the soles of my thick socks kept me steady inside my boots.

The clinic waiting room smelled of antiseptic and old newspapers.continue reading …

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