This Biker Was Sitting Outside Our School Daily Until Cops Dragged Him Away in Cuffs

that counted.”

He almost smiled. “I guess it did.”

I took him to a diner on Route 9.

He ordered black coffee and a plate of dry wheat toast. He said it was what he’d eaten every morning in Kingston and his stomach didn’t know how to do anything else yet.

I waited until the waitress was gone. Then I slid my phone across the table, face down.

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