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Do you have kids?” Anna asks.I laugh. “What do you think?””It’s probably a good thing,” she admits. “No offense, but you don’t exactly look like a parent.”That fascinates me. “What do parents look like?”She seems to think about this. “You know how the tightrope guy at the circus wants everyone to believe his act is an art, but deep down you can see that he’s really just hoping he makes it all the way across? Like that.
