I swallow. “Bye, Beck.” I’ve said those two words before, but they sound different this time. Finality has a bitter aftertaste that lingers in the warm air around us. “Bye, Saylor.” There’s more I could say. I’ve always admired Adler Beck as a soccer player. This is my last chance to tell him that, but the past couple of months have forever altered me viewing him as a once-in-a-generation athlete. We’re more than two people who both love soccer. Making this moment about sport seems wrong. So I turn and head for the tunnel without saying another word. This is where we started. This is where
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