A few minutes later, after the game ended and the gear had been gathered, Brady and I followed suit. He joined Kaylin in the outfield, and I joined Adam and Abby on the bleachers. I alternately watched the game and the two of them. I smiled as they hit up the snack shack for Icees, and as they sat in the grass chatting, and again as they scurried around an adjacent field playing a casual pick-up game.
Few relationships are sweeter than childhood friendships.
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