This 5 Year Old Boy Offered Bikers His Lunch Money to Beat Up His Cancer

not that kind of big.”

His face fell. I watched it happen in real time. The hope draining out of him like someone had pulled a plug.

“But.”

I held up a finger.

“But I want you to look around this table. Look at all my brothers.”

He looked. Denny. Rooster. Wheels. Big Ron. All of them staring back at him with faces I had never seen them make before.

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