Writer: Don Foster

Racing Stripes

Racing Stripes

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I don’t take offense because I don’t remember my mother, but it wouldn’t matter anyway because Brandon weighs about two of me, and I’m not much of a scrapper. I pop the tab and take a long pull. I drag my forearm across my top lip. “Just because Taco Bell has a breakfast menu,” I tell him, “doesn’t mean you should take advantage of it.”more