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31 Fidelito Suddenly Becomes Afraid of Heights When Fidelito starts across the Golden Gate Bridge, he only gets halfway before cars stutter, the way flanks of huddled gazelles twitch when spooked by lions, the cables sway to the wind gusts blown from Oakland, and girder-groan-shudder makes the mind of the dizzy boy feel itself spill into the harbor where seals below blow bubbles and croak at Fidelito, knock-kneed, hunkering down, unsteady— If only his bones were built from the same stuff as this rust-orange bridge, if only seals weren’t so noisy, if only traffic would flow more slowly, evenly. If, only. ...

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