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The moment had come for Mason Smith. The tens of thousands of hours of practice, the pain, the blisters on his thumbs, had all paid off. Everyone was going to…

1998 There was a half a mile between the bus stop and my house. That half mile is still there, but I never walked it again, at least not in…

Scott The fight snuck up on me. I don’t even know how it started, but that was business as usual these days.  Maren and I paced around the living room,…