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For the next hour, Route 17 faded away. They practiced the 'one-handed fold' like they were preparing for a Broadway audition. They debated the merits of 'Midnight Onyx' versus 'Slate Grey.' They navigated a mock obstacle course of floor tiles, testing the turning radius of a high-tech pram while Martha cheered them on.

Outside, Paramus was its usual self—a relentless river of brake lights and yellow lines. But inside, the world was quiet, soft-edged, and overwhelming. buy buy baby paramus rt 17

By the time they walked back out to the parking lot, the sun was dipping low over the highway. They didn't have a stroller yet—Sarah needed to "sleep on the wheel bearings"—but they had a bag of tiny socks and a pacifier shaped like a mustache. For the next hour, Route 17 faded away