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“It’s payment,” she snatches another

one which has Gracie giggling.

Chelsea ushers me away, and I

walk off with Gracie's hand in mine. I

watch as she climbs into the jumping

castle. It's about twenty-four feet long

and twelve feet high, a monstrosity, with

corners and crevices for kids to hide in. I

hate these things and make sure never to

have them at either of my girl’s parties. I

hate how fragile it is, how vulnerable our