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Submitted to Contest #220
We were ten, maybe 12 years old when Richie Galanter and I finished a hot game of street handball. August in New Jersey was a sweltering oven and we were both dripping in sweat. “Wanna go to the creek?” Richie asked as he bounced the pink handball on the sidewalk. “We could count the tadpoles.” The creek was in the woods behind the school. It wasn’t deep enough to swim in but we could take off our sneakers and...
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