I have to keep reminding myself to breathe, and my blood is all rushing to my head with a feeling that can only be described as intense. I’m hanging upside down from a trapeze suspended from the rafters at the Philadelphia School of Circus Arts in Germantown, trying to remember whether I wore a cute bra, because it’s about to be exposed to everyone in the building. My underwear should actually be the least of my worries right now, because I still have to figure out how to get back up and safely dismount.
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