Frede and Keaton had been inseparable since kindergarten — the kind of boys teachers quietly hoped the rest of the school would model themselves after. They were hardworking, humble, and kind in ways that didn’t demand attention. Sixteen years old, raised in families where money was always scarce, they still managed to give more than they ever had. Frede was the thoughtful one — soft-spoken, sharp-eyed, always willing to stay after school to help younger kids with homework, never accepting a cent for it. Keaton was the easygoing giant — tall, full of laughter, the kid who coached Little League...
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