In that particular rainy summer of my childhood, we would go to their back yard to play volleyball in the above ground pool, their dad one side, the rest of us on the other.
He was so big yet so nimble that he beat us every time. He had no shame about anything and he shared everything and his laugh was big and wonderful.
And that was the time, the brief time, in his life and in mine, when we knew each other.
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