We waited the next day. He still didn’t come.

I ran around the trailer park just to see if Berkeley was right and maybe I could run a hundred miles. Maybe me and Bart could run together. I was going to do it ten times but then after six I got a side ache.

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We waited more days.

A whole week went like that and I thought maybe Bart wasn’t running a one-hundred-mile race.

I thought maybe we’d never see him again.

Even though he said he’d be back.

Because that’s what people say.