“You should get in one,” Sandra says, gesturing towards the oversized plastic balls. I had watched a seven year old spin around in one earlier. Her clothes, damp and her hair, soaking wet, her knees wobbled as she struggled to stand up. She had an interesting expression, a compromise between panic and pure exhileration. My…
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Morrie and I spent a night at Sandra’s, envying her Carrie Bradshaw-esque apartment.