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November 12, 2019
Morton tells me his mother used to ride him like a pony when he was a toddler. He gets down on all fours on my office floor to demonstrate the position, and I tell him to get up, that I know what the position is because it's common but that it's not common for a parent to be the rider instead of the pony. I hate that we might be treading into gross territory, but then he hands me a well-preserved photo from his wallet, showing his mother was the size of a Barbie doll. "Oh, she's pretty," I say.