The Boy Who Gave Up the Race to Save His Rival

little diner near the highway, saw Marcus running past before sunrise so many times she started leaving a paper cup of orange juice on the back step for him.

Mr. Henson, a retired mail carrier from the trailer park, gave him an old digital watch with a scratched face.

“Still keeps time,” he said. “That’s more than I can say for my knees.”

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