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The coach handed her the blue ribbon and the small bronze medal at the edge of the deck.
Emma held the medal in her palm, her fingers tracing the raised letters on the metal surface.
“It is heavy,” she said, when she reached the bleachers, her face still wet with pool water.
“You earned every ounce of it,” I said, taking her damp towel.continue reading …
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