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It was Thursday afternoon back in my world, and Halli was currently kneeling on a yoga mat, head bent backwards, hands gripping my ankles so she could arch my chest higher toward the ceiling in another one of those impossible yoga poses I could never see myself doing. But apparently I was wrong.
Lydia came over every now and then during the class to help Halli make some slight adjustments to what she was doing: straightening a leg here, lengthening an arm there, tucking my hips at one point so Halli could stand even taller.
And that’s what was really amazing: how tall Halli looked inside my body. Like she’d found an extra inch or two somewhere just by standing straight and relaxed instead of always slouching the way I didn’t even realize I was doing. It’s like seeing someone else wea
