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I recall my friend Kyle drove at high speed down this quiet street when he lived with us that golden summer. Luckily summer didn't catch my friend and take him from us to the gods of speed for death in the street. This very same street, some later summer, saw that teenage speed can take someone's friend, or any of us. He was one of us. I was on the street that night, with no friend, and saw the summer disappear at speed. Others came with speed. There was none of us could bring back summer for him in the street, brother, sister, friend. His friend did then speed street to street to us, to summer’s end.
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