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A man orders four bounce houses for his own birthday and never jumps on any of them.
The siblings play on them all day. He watches from windows he installed himself - the kitchen window, the front yard, the peephole in the front door where he catches the tail end of something happening on the street that he wasn't part of. A childhood crush hanging laundry in the foreground. A daredevil behind a fence running tricks for a camera nobody asked him to set up. A neighbor in a tree mansion who asks for hash twice and gets it once.
In between: a condo upstairs, a family that is his in every way that counts, chocolate-covered frozen bananas in the back of the cupboard, a phone call to arrange the pickup of bounce houses nobody over twelve touched.
And twice - once near the beginning and once at the end - a small truck going up a mountain with his mom in the passenger seat and Patsy Cline on the radio.
He was singing. Not well. But he was singing.
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JREAMS - Episode VI
K.M. Æsquire