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He points to the basketball court on the far side of the playground. "Mommy, c'mon!" he shouts as he takes off running towards the court, away from the swingset we'd be standing near. He gets about eight feet from me before he stops and turns at the waist to look at me, one hand outstretched behind him, the tiny palm up. . . .

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