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Dear foot,
I'd be forever grateful if you could stop itching just long enough for me to get to sleep. Even two hours would do me. You can start again then. We both know how little sleep I can just about function on, halve that and I'll be happy. Please? I'll make you cookies? One hour even? Ah g'wan. Please?

Yours scritchingly,
me

Erk. So itchy. So sore when I scratch it. So not happy. Want to sleep! Three all-nighters in one week would kill me.