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ycamore　tree。

I　flipped　around　on　the　couch　and　just　sat。

A　sycamore　tree。

Bryce　finished　planting　the　tree；　watered　it；　cleaned　everything　up；　and　then　went　home。　And

I　just　sat　there；　not　knowing　what　to　do。

I've　been　sitting　here　for　hours　now；　just　staring　out　the　window　at　the　tree。　It　may　be　little

now；　but　it'll　grow；　day　by　day。　And　a　hundred　years　from

now　it'll　reach　clear　over　the　rooftops。　It'll　be　miles　in　the　air！　Already　I　can　tell—it's　going　to

be　an　amazing；　magnificent　tree。

And　I　can't　help　wondering；　a　hundred　years　from　now　will　a　kid　climb　it　the　way　I　climbed　the

one　up　on　Collier　Street？　Will　she　see　the　things　I

did？　Will　she　feel　the　way　I　did？

Will　it　change　her　life　the　way　it　changed　mine？

I　also　can't　stop　wondering　about　Bryce。　What　has　he　been　trying　to　tell　me？　What's　he

thinking　about？

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I　know　he's　home　because　he　looks　out　his　window　from　time　to　time。　A　little　while　ago　he　put

his　hand　up　and　waved。　And　I　couldn't　help　it—I　gave　a　little　wave　back。

So　maybe　I　should　go　over　there　and　thank　him　for　the　tree。　Maybe　we　could　sit　on　the　porch

and　talk。　It　just　occurred　to　me　that　in　all　the　years　we've　known　each　other；　we've　never

done　that。

Never　really　talked。

Maybe　my　mother's　right。　Maybe　there　is　more　to　Bryce　Loski　than　I　know。

Maybe　it's　time　to　meet　him　in　the　pro