Four-Oh Boys

A Story of Melting

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“Haha, yooo,” Doug said and jogged the rest of the way to duck under the bridge.

The creek separating our section from the neighboring highway bubbled along at an easy pace. By the time I stepped around the moving water and between the concrete pillars, he was already holding it.

All forty ounces of malt liquor still sat insi…