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When you see the tiny bootie in the palm of Ken Kane’s hand, it’s not surprising to learn that he went to college to be a toymaker. The sole of the wee lacer doesn’t begin to span the width of the six-footer’s big palm, and he might—might—be able to wedge his pinky finger inside it without it getting stuck. When you handle the little item, though, you see that the bootie isn’t doll footwear; it’s intended for the tiniest of human feet, and those feet have clubfoot.
