The Boy Who Gave Up the Race to Save His Rival

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Bryce looked up. “That’s it?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know.”

Marcus adjusted the strap on his bag.

“I’m not carrying that too.”

Bryce blinked.

Marcus’s voice stayed calm.

“I carried Madison. I carried enough that day. Whatever you said, you can carry it or put it down. That’s up to you.”

Then he walked away.

He did not say it to sound wise.

He continue reading …