We were in line at the post office when E-- got the idea to go roller skating. “Come on,” she said. “It’ll be fun.”

     “Oh, I don’t know,” I told her. After slipping, falling, and nearly killing myself in the driveway this morning, I wasn’t up for anything remotely reckless.

     “You should see me skate,” she said. “I jumped a car once.”

     “What?”

     “It was a stunt,” she explained. “There was a ramp.”

     “Still,” I said. “Sounds dangerous.”

    “Not dangerous,” she said. “Fun.”

     The only person at the r...

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