Sags was Bryce's good buddy. They were steeple mates and accordingly, training partners. He told Bryce before he told most of his other friends.
One afternoon this past summer we all canoed down Rhode River to the Cheasapeake Bay. With birds of prey circling above in the sunny sky, Bryce and Sags rowed together, smooth and strong. They looked invincible.
When Bryce called me all torn up, that's what hurts.
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