skipping rope
and
and then doing yoga
on her red
mat.
stuff. i tell her.
like what?
you know. beach. woods.
museums. biking.
what was the last museum
you went to
she asks,
as she stretches herself out
into a praying mantis
pose.
ummm. the museum
of sunken ships, i think.
boring, she says.
i'm taking a ballroom dancing
class.
do you want to take
it with me.
you know. i think i left
something in the car.
i'll be right back.
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