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I’d hoped the physical complexity of Lotus Pose would distract me from my racing thoughts. No luck. I’ve contorted my legs into a pretzel, and, still, every time I close my eyes and try to focus on my body, all I find is another memory.
“Dude, there’s a zebra in the bathtub.”
It’s February 28th—my birthday. And, because my friend Jed’s parents are out of town, he’s invited nearly a hundred people to their Main Line mansion in honor of my nineteen years on earth. I’ve never seen a zebra up close before, let alone one with the audacity to crash a party, then spend the whole time hanging out in Jed’s claw-footed antique bathtub. There’s gum in my hair—a huge wad of it. I’m not sure how it got there, but I’ve ducked into the bathroom to untangle my blonde strands from the gooey, chewy Wa
