My Friend, John
Mar 19, 2019
2 minutes
Daniel Harding Jr.
t was a crisp fall afternoon when a pair of brothers—roughly the same age as my brother and me—joined a growing game of flag football. Our field was a sandy stretch across from the bulkhead at Watch Hill, Fire Island. I don’t remember who won the game—it never mattered, we always lied about the score anyway. The one thing I do know is that after
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