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Everyday, he walked by this spot. He had to, he had no choice. This was the way to work, the way to the store.
The first few weeks had been torture walking past this spot. This piece of real estate on the side walk that they would toss the ball around on. The little boy would ride his bike up and down the sidewalk here.
Everyday, Danny had to walk by this spot. Today Danny looked down at this spot on the sidewalk, and he smiled. He smiled at the memory. He smiled at the memory of the little boy he mentored.
Danny looked down at the spot on the sidewalk and smiled at the name that had been engraved by the little boy. Danny smiled at the memory of the day the boy carved it into the sidewalk.
It had been a very pleasant summer day in the city. Danny had taken him to the park to throw the baseball around. On the way back home, they stopped to get an ice cream cone. When they reached this spot on the sidewalk Reuben decided he wanted to 'sign' his name, so Danny watched him. It had been a good day.
RS was here 8/11/07
"Yeah, he was," Danny thought, "Yeah he was."