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Two boys run through the backyard, climbing over the steel fence, their hands on the rusted beam, the clang bruising their knees. The first one inside gets a prize. Two boys run on the sidewalk, near the high school, sweating through their tank tops and shorts, trying to be All-American. One more race to graduation. One more letter to get out of this narrow town. Two boys run on the subway…
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