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Show -323 "She thought you were making fun of her." "All I meant was that they looked real; she isn't like those plastic cheerleaders you usually see on airplanes. I didn't mean to offend her." "How do you feel?" Morgan said. "I feel like shit about you and Carlo," I said. "But if you mean how do I feel with all this bouncing, it's strange but I don't feel sick at all. Isn't that funny?" "I'm glad you're OK," she said, "I'll miss you," I said. "We could still be friends." "What was it like doing it with Carlo?" She sat very still. "Do you really want to know?" "Yes." She rubbed her lip. "He was like a little boy. It was a game. He kept giggling and when we were finished he cried." "We Skinners cry a lot," I said seriously. "Life is pretty damn complicated," Morgan said. "I didn't mean to do that with him; it was like we were playing a game with each other and all of a sudden it had already gone too far. He was a good-looking boy-" "Now you're crying," I said. She pulled a red bandanna out of her purse and blew her nose loudly. As soon as I saw that dumb man's handkerchief |