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wrapped the spindly reeds of his fingers around the fidgeting doves that were her hands.
high school track coach told me: “High knees. High head. High speed.”
has a damned good stride, but I’ve got better turnover. Being fast is all about turnover. That’s another thing my old track coach told me. “Pick-’em-up, put-’em-down. Bam-bam-bam-bam! Hustle! Hustle!”
one last smile at The Kid in honor of his gentle yet eloquent phrasing. “I just wanted you to see me.” That’s a beautiful thing to say to someone. I mean, don’t we all want to be seen? Before I leave, I lean in close and say, in my sincerest voice, “I see you.”
Soot. Four little letters that hung around his neck like a lodestone.
