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https://doi.org/10.1007/978-1-4684-0211-7I grab the basketball that has just bounced off the rim in my attempt at a lay-up and put it between my knees so I can examine my palms. They are red and white and itchy, splotchy and swollen. I look at my arms. They are red and splotchy too. I leave the gym and walk to the bathroom. I look in the mirror. My face matches my hands.

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https://doi.org/10.1007/978-1-4684-0211-7It’s July 1987, I’m fifteen, and the loonie single-dollar coin has just been issued by the Canadian Mint. “Is it actually called a loonie?” I say. I’m visiting the boys cabin and looking at the guys sprawled over their bunks.

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Carpets,My eyes dart from my mom to my dad and back again, before landing on the toys, games, books, records, and stuffed animals that are spread out along the green carpet, forming a rough circle. The seams of the lid to Hi-Ho Cherry-O are ripped, and little plastic cherries have spilled out of the box.

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Orange Kinley,“Ron, can you set the Betamax to tape . and .?” My dad had bought my mom and stepdad a VCR earlier this year as a gift, and I’m hoping to be able to catch up on my favorite shows when I get back from my trip to Israel. My baba is taking me there for three weeks.

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