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  • 47 seconds of a too sultry cartoon and I'm transported. Back to my best friend's yard, summertime. Two girls, a trampoline, and time enough to laugh too loud. One of my dad's work friends lived next door and would laughingly tell us to quiet down after midnight, and we'd try. Try to contain the giggles, lying in the middle of 14 feet of stretched nylon. Rachel'd sing along to the memory of Jessica Rabbit in her head and tells me I have Victorian hair.

    This version - the recording playing for you right now? Is Rachel sharing our song with her five-month-old daughter, who rounds out the sound with new laughter.
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