Chapter 8-2

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I give my head an emphatic shake. “No, it’s not. It’s nothing like that. That was fun—well, you know, back then, when we were little.” Do I sound dumb? I wonder. Yeah, I sound dumb. But I’m smart enough to hold in what I really want to say to him: Those were some of my favorite days. “Speech is exactly that.” Sam picks up a script and pages through it. “Why do you think I do it? People hand me awards for doing what little kids do every day.” “You don’t get scared?” “Well, sure.” He shrugs and I’m certain he’s never felt the fear I have. “But you just use that as fuel.” “You’re not afraid someone will laugh at you?” He gives me a look. “I’m hoping they will.” I laugh, because clearly that’s what he wants right then. “My problem is I want to do everything. I drove my coach crazy last

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