“Boobie… jump house.” Enzo almost snorted. I had made sure to pay extra for the experience because I figured Enzo would get a huge kick out of it. “Hell yeah we want to bounce,” I replied. “Just take your shoes off before going in.” We both slipped off our shoes (“Wouldn’t wanna hurt the boobies, eh, Zane?”) and opened the door into a brightly lit bounce house, except this wasn’t your typical kids’ birthday party bounce house. The floor was two huge boobs, inflated and ready to be bounced on. But that wasn’t all. Around the bouncy boob house were other big inflated balls, all painted to look
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