"This is it, Brendon. This is it."

"This is it? What is it?"

"This. Right here, you and me, by the benches at the soccer field. This is as good as it gets."

Brendon looked up. The other kids were running around, some chasing the volleyball they used instead of a soccer ball, others picked flowers or did anything else. Seemed like just another day to him.

"Coach, what are you talking about?"

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