Rope The girl’s father laughs a little too hard when I say: She knows what’s important in life as his daughter whips the dime store jump rope over her head for the twelve thousandth time—laughs as if I’m joking, when really, she has it down—sparkly pink handles grimy with effort, her face obscured by her... Continue Reading →


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