Hiding In Plain Sight
WE WAITED, huddled in small patches of shade beside a field of synthetic grass. We checked our watches, fiddled with our phones, made small talk with strangers. Surely, he was coming, right? If only to prove that he could still run as he always had, with bursts of speed and strength. If only to show that he could still dance between defenders.
We scanned the entrances and exits to the football field and looked to the sidewalks winding through the campus ...
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