I stepped out into the hallway yesterday morning, catching Jack en route from my parents' bathroom. With earbuds firmly in place and iPod clipped to his belt, his arms drifted through the air, marionette strings to his tapping feet. I felt my hands leave my side, like I had been pressing them against the door frame for forty seconds before breaking
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