Over the summer, I had secured a pitching position on our baseball team and then tried out and made the high school football team. The following spring, I’d be running the one-mile and two-mile races on the track team. On my paper route, people waved instead of shooting me with BB guns, my weirdo customers continued providing much-needed comic relief, and the dog packs ran from me in fear. Mr. Ashcroft and I had long discussions every afternoon before I went to see my second family at the Kontz residence. And on the weekends when I didn’t go on stealing trips, Henry and his dad took me
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