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After work I went to Sheridan Square and waited in the Starbuck's there with a cup of steamed cider and some knitting and several novels, and as I was sitting there knitting and sipping and reading I looked up and noticed a little boy with his two mommies. He looked about nine. His mommies were talking, and he looked bored, so he got up and took a yo-yo out of his pocket, and started to walk the dog. I was extremely impressed, and this must have shown on my face, for the little boy started performing for me, doing all sorts of amazing tricks. Man, he was good. I was very entertained. I applauded. Then he looked like he had just won on Star Search. (Was that reference too eighties? Like he had just won on Pop Stars.)

The best thing was he didn't look at all like a yo-yo enthusiast. He looked like a little, I don't know, hip-hop enthusiast, with his Tommy Hilfigger (or whatever) jumpsuit on. But he was a li'l bitty yo-yo expert. I love it when appearances deceive.

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