Obstacles in our minds
She laughs at this now. Her eyes turn down and away as she shakes her head, almost embarrassed: Oh, not that story again.
We are in high school. It's a late summer afternoon. My sister, Ryan, is sitting across from me at Friendly's, the all-American diner famous to Northeasterners, and the place is filled with teenagers eating french fries and sipping Fribbles. What I order doesn't matter; I'm undisciplined. What matters is that Ryan has a long run that afternoon, maybe ...
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