Fig. 1. The dorsal (a) and plantar (b) side of the degloved foot after defatted skin graft. Hematoma was found under the plantar skin (c).
Fig. 2. The dorsal (a) and plantar (b) side of the degloved foot after thorough debridement.
Fig. 3. The dorsal side of foot was covered by an ALT flap from the left (a) and the plantar side received an ALT flap from the right (b).
Fig. 4. The dorsal (a) and plantar (b) side of the left foot at the latest follow up, twelve months after the injury.
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On one of my very last days as a teenager, as I was sitting at my usual place at the food court outside Domino's, I saw a sight that shattered my heart to pieces. A tall, blonde, jock-type guy walked into one of the restaurants, and at his side was one of the sexiest girls I had ever seen. She too was tall and blonde. They were both taller than me, and they kissed each other passionately. They made me feel so inferior and worthless and small. I glared at them with intense hatred as I sat by myself in my lonely misery. I could never have a girl like that. The sight was burned into my memory, and it caused a scar that will haunt me forever. When they walked away, I followed them in my car for a few minutes, and when they entered a less inhabited area I opened my window and splashed my iced tea all over them. It was all I could do at the time, but at least it was something. At least I made some effort to fight back against the injustice. I felt sick with hatred that night. The hatred boiled inside me with burning vitriol.
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